[ Emet is right. It did hurt and he admitted as much, no matter how worth it the practice was. He can't deny part of why he's asked for this is as a distraction, after all.

He brings his hand to to Emet's cheek, thumb stroking it before he leans in for another quick, soft kiss on the lips. ]

I'll let you fuss as much as you want. It's quite cute when you do. ... But as for requests, I do have one.

[ there's a pause and his face goes slightly red, but he clears his throat and pushes onward ]

You've taken me as a woman. But I'd like to try the same as well. If you felt inclined to changing forms.