[He lets go of Emet's hand to put his own on the man's shoulder, steadying himself as the dizziness comes and goes, the shortness of breath as his body adjusts to having less blood than it likes. It's not too bad, and he takes the time to be still as it passes, though it doesn't help that Emet-Selch is licking his neck and he's vaguely aroused enough that his body already feels hot without the bloodloss. It's not enough to unsteady him for very long though, and he kneads his fingers against Emet's scalp.]

Hmm, I wonder which of us was beset by sadism here? But if you behave, later.