He cannot even begin to imagine what is traipsing between Dirk's ears, but his reaction is still rather telling in itself. Idly, he wonders at what point the pain will bring delirium, and how much more compliant he might be for it, or how much more of a fight he could yet put up in contrast.

Letting his arms fall weightedly to his sides, his brow furrows with affectionate concern, before he approaches him once again. But, this time, he chooses to take a seat besides him. A gentle hand nudging Dirk's own, so that he might direct him to look upon Emet by the bidding of his gloved finger tips.

"I see not what there is to be embarrassed about when your partner in war tends to his wounded, as is his duty. 'Tis but a facet of our creed, of our loyalty, our devotion--much has such acts forged bonds far more unyielding and unbreakable than even the most impervious titanium."

As he finishes, he slightly tilts his head to the side, opposite of the tilt that Dirk's own head would naturally be in from being turned.

"Will you allow me this pleasure?" But no sooner do the words leave him, that he deftly leans forward to steal a kiss from him. It lasts only a moment, an affectionate punctuation to his request.