[ he's caught for a moment, watching Emet-Selch take his gloves off, wondering briefly if he should offer to help - -

but the thought's gone when he feels the other man grinding against him. his fingers slide under his pants, teasing, before he moves to start undoing them more properly, given the invitation.

now bared, too - - his own chest is far from flawless, scars both fresher looking and old patterning him, from whip marks to stab wounds to what look like broader blade slashes. ]