If Ancients could purr, that's what Emet-Selch would be doing as Hythlodaeus touches him and presses against him. He hums in appreciation feeling that bulge up against his backside. Of course the sound turns into more of a whining moan when he's pinched like that.

"There are no protests to the contrary." He insists, though he isn't sure if Hythlodaeus is really listening at this particular moment, ah well.

He reaches to touch Hythlodaeus as his love comes to stand in front of him again, though it would seem there are other plans as he's pushed back toward the bed. "Fine, fine." He mumbles (as if he can really complain), crawling onto the mattress and turning onto his back.