Glancing at his clothing, he chuckles before resting against Emet-Selch a little more. No, he doesn't need to get dressed just yet. There's no chance of anyone walking in on them, and even if they did he imagines Emet-Selch would have him covered quickly enough.

"I do hope that you take sufficient breaks between those papers." He brushes some of his partner's hair out of his face. "Being hunched over your desk for so long will only make you ache more."

Maybe he should see to it that his lover takes breaks by waltzing on in more often.