Nonsense Emet-Selch. Though I excel in most things, I can concede where I am beaten. When it comes to doting, you do take the crown, every day scheming.

[He kisses Emet's cheek then sits up, letting his fingers slide into Five's hair and down to the back of his neck, scritching softly.]

I know you do enjoy watching my friend. Shall I shower him in attention while you catch your breath?