[ he can drag his fingers down a couple inches and then his hands will just sort of get lodged into his back. childe smirks, having the slime spread up emet's wrist and to his forearms to cement him in place. ] You know, that doesn't really have the same effect when I'm made of a gelatinous goo. I do hope you still enjoy the taste... though you never told me how it was. [ rocks into him, steadily becoming hard. ]