"You, of course." He closes his eyes as Emet-Selch's teeth graze over his skin, and when he's done with that stubborn spot of chocolate he moves to kiss him properly, relishing the unhindered rush of Manna he gets from it. The chocolate is drying and Hythlodaeus is becoming far more interested in the man covered in it, the man who not so long ago he professed his love to.

He only pulls back to grab the nearest glass of wine and take a sip from it- it's Hades' glass, but oh well. "Ah, it's getting somewhat uncomfortable now. What say you? I can think of other ways to have fun without being sticky."