This is certainly an idea he can get behind- he has the same thoughts sometimes, that perhaps he's simply imagining all of this. Though he does wonder why his imagination would introduce a shoebill of all things.

Kissing back slowly, he eventually mimics Emet-Selch's position from when they'd first arrived here together- he shifts to straddle him on the sofa, all the better to be closer to him. He presses in, tangling a hand in his hair, savouring the feel of lips on his own, knowing that it's Hades and relishing it. He's in no hurry, simply enjoying the kiss for what it is.

There's nobody who could possibly make his heart soar the way Emet-Selch does. For as nice as it is to kiss others, he'll never be near dizzy with affection the way he is with his dear friend. It certainly does provide that much needed distraction.