Pleased that he's gotten his way once more, Hythlodaeus wraps his arms around Emet-Selch and sighs contentedly. He nuzzles into him, smiling wide.

"There... was that so hard?" He squeezes him, and holds the hug in place. He could honestly stay like this for a long time... just feeling Emet-Selch in his arms once more brings him a satisfaction that little else could compare to. His heart skips, and he closes his eyes.

"Has anybody ever told you that you give excellent hugs?" Had Hythlodaeus? He doesn't quite recall.