[ briefly he wonders if he should have been more zombied up for this, just to provide some more Variety. but on the other hand that probably would have made more of a mess than would be worth it. ]

I at least ... Hope not to bore you.

[ he's momentarily interrupted by the fingers going down between his shoulder blades -- he doesn't hide a pleased shiver at the contact, rolling his shoulders some before getting to work at pulling Emet-Selch's collar a bit further down.

that allows him the space to lean up, pressing his face in close enough he can nip at Emet-Selch's neck, playful. ]