Hythlodaeus notes that he feels distinct... attraction, and it isn't his own. Curiously, he looks to Howl, letting Emet-Selch push his hand away. After a moment of watching him, he grins.

"Yes yes, of course you are." He chuckles. "They're interesting... they certainly aren't as comfortable as our robes, but perhaps I'm simply unused to this form-fitting fabric."

He leans towards Howl instead, eyes seemingly peering right through him. "What do you think, friend? Does this suit me?"

He's confused about where this feeling came from, but it seems to be emanating from Howl- well, it surely wouldn't be Emet-Selch, which only leaves the other man in the room. How intriguing! And what possibilities it offers- he can't help but to want to tease him, now.