[ Absinthe succeeds! he pulls back a bit himself when the kiss is broken, fully catching his breath and also taking the chance to look down at that scar. he's not drawing too much attention to it but he will stealthily put his palm down against the scar, idly resting it there while he takes the lube with his other hand. ]

My thanks.

[ he murmurs before taking his hand away from the scar. he gets his fingers slick with the lube before dropping that hand back to Emet-Selch's cock, stroking up it, getting it fully ready before he turns his attention to himself. ]