[ he laughs, low and still husky from before, shifting to get comfortable as Emet-Selch settles down next to him. the cooling come on his stomach and what remains inside of him is a distraction but not enough of one that he wants to bother getting it dealt with.

also, he's spent enough time dripping ichor it's easy to ignore.

he tips his head to the side, resting his chin on Emet-Selch's head with a low hum. ]

I may have you clean it up later.

[ the thought seems idle, though. ]