[He lifts his unbound hand to pet Emet's hair soothingly while the bound one just finishes undoing his shirt, hm.

Thanks. He hates it.

He hates it and he's sadistic so maybe not a great time to find out.

His fingers leave his friend's hair and curl around Emet's jaw, yanking his head up deliberately painfully, hissing as he digs his nails into the middle of that scar.]

What was that about secrets, Emet-Selch?