[ Surprise, stone sharp, pangs high in his chest. Viktor cannot help that it smarts, hearing those words, no interest. But now, at least, he thinks he can stop himself and see the briar patch for what it is before he stumbles in and hurts them both. It helps, a little, that Emet-Selch makes an earnest attempt at hiding the proof of his interest. Viktor's voice goes soft, fond, ever so slightly patronizing. ]

Ah, Hades.

[ Viktor squeezes Emet-Selch's hand. ] Reciprocity is part of it, aye. [ Without warning, he contorts himself, twisting his spine to crane his head back and press a clumsy, smiling kiss to Emet-Selch's cheek. He tries for deadpan, but a laugh spills out of him. ] But m-maybe I just want to suck your cock.

[ Having sufficiently amused himself, he settles back in and shuts his eyes, perfectly happy to doze for a few more minutes. But, of course, it's only a few seconds before his echo makes a stuck sneeze of itself, buzzing in anticipation of an arrival that hasn't quite happened yet, but will shortly. ]

Hmm. Breakfast's n-nearly here. [ He murmurs, stretching his spine as he presses into Emet-Selch's chest, a little like a cat reluctantly stirring from its place in a sunbeam. He juts one foot out from beneath the blankets, acclimating to the chill air again. ] I'll fetch it.