[He settles his free hand on Emet-Selch's hip and exhales roughly at the pleasure of that, enjoying this view.]

Work. No, hardly that. Nothing like it.

[His voice is a little rough, pleased, but he lifts his hand to capture Emet-Selch's, kissing his palm. And then pulling to unbalance him, gently, attempting to flip their positions.]

But if I do not watch you, you do tend to get mischievous.