[Sigr's just accepted that Emet-Selch can be so flambouyant and downright hammy that he's in danger of starting a pork-aspect calamity. It's pretty clearly just who the man is, in some bizarre fashion.
As it is for now, he's quietly accepting the touch behind his ears, a spot that many lovers - and sometimes people whose lap he's plopped his head onto - have enjoyed in the past. Really, Emet is missing the best part of it because of his gloves, unable to feel the silken fur there where black and white strands meet. Still, his eyes slide shut and he leans back into it, chin up, that almost typical feline 'pleased, you may continue' pose as his tail goes still except for the slowest sway at the tip.
But it'll take more than just that to be gifted with the honor of his purr.]
In his... VERY odd way, yes.
As it is for now, he's quietly accepting the touch behind his ears, a spot that many lovers - and sometimes people whose lap he's plopped his head onto - have enjoyed in the past. Really, Emet is missing the best part of it because of his gloves, unable to feel the silken fur there where black and white strands meet. Still, his eyes slide shut and he leans back into it, chin up, that almost typical feline 'pleased, you may continue' pose as his tail goes still except for the slowest sway at the tip.
But it'll take more than just that to be gifted with the honor of his purr.]