[He is a little boneless! Or bloodless. He laughs, but it's breathless, leaning his head on Emet's shoulder as he lets himself rest a moment. Moving right now definitely feels like a good way to pass out, but after a few moments recovery he can at least lazily trace his fingertips up and down Emet's arm. So he's still lively enough to respond, though his voice is soft.]

You like seeing me this way, hm? I'm trying to figure out which part is the appeal.

At this rate neither of us will be able to stand, you know.