Whatever way they handle it, Emet-Selch is certain it's not really the type of conversation you can seriously have with a person when you are quite literally, still inside them. With a small sigh he untangles himself, pulling away slowly and rolling on to his back, as a hand weaves magic to produce a small towel to clean up with.

They should probably talk about it now, while it's out in the open and painfully obvious. But on the other hand, perhaps it would be easier to explain using words first, when the Synchrony is not interfering? Then again there's a good chance they just ignore it again until the next time they end up naked. But- it is the middle of the night, and that conversation may become lengthy.

He rolls on his side to face his friend as he finally makes up his mind, letting an arm drape over his chest.

"Tomorrow.. for now I'm content to simply enjoy it."