Hythlodaeus moves into his lap and it only serves to make everything so much better. His own hands drop to slide around his waist, settling upon his lower back to pull him in close and keep him there as he leans back into the sofa, comfortable and happy.

The kiss gets deepened a little, its instinctive after the change in position as Emet-Selch muses over it in his mind. It really is quite funny that there is no awkwardness about it, that their actions and even bodies seem to fit together so well, one could think they had always been this way. And while he has had plenty of positive experiences here, some even quite nice, there is still only one person who he wants to kiss simply to enjoy the act.

Of course that means the escalation occurs naturally too, easily, and perhaps the only consolation (or burden, depending on how you wish to look at it) is that the thick fabric of their dressing gowns serves to limit the amount of contact between their two bodies. If it weren't there, he knows they'd be going at it already.

He breaks away from this kiss, head tilting to place others across Hythlodaeus' jaw as he speaks, these ones slow but lingering.

"Distracting enough?