Emet-Selch is in no hurry to move either, simply letting his arms wrap around him once more, hands resting on his back and idly stroking it.

"Sex magic. You and Azem." The revelation elicits a snort. "Since when did you two become so studious? Or is only due to the topic? Dirty dirty." It honestly makes him chuckle, the thought of his two friends sitting in a classroom somewhere taking serious notes on something like that. If only they put that much effort in when they were all younger.

"If you wanted me not to break it you'd have to put a lot more into it. Like-" Suddenly he stops talking, lips pursed tightly. The brainfog has now cleared enough to make him realise that babbling about all the potential weaknesses and strengths of spells like that would doom him for all eternity if he were one of the ones subjected to it.

"...Never mind. So, Sex magic huh." Don't ask.