[Hythlodaeus simply chuckles, shrugging. The sarcasm isn't lost on him- no, he's well attuned to it, after being friends with Emet-Selch for so long.]

If you refuse, I can do little to persuade you.

[He'll take the drink and count that as a win, he guesses. This man won't bend as easily as Emet-Selch does, he notes idly.]

You will still tell me your story, yes?

[He'd hate to judge the man based on hearsay alone. He can tell Silco perhaps isn't a pleasant man on the surface, but who knows? The prickly types can have a softer centre for the right people.]

Another time, perhaps, but I would hear it all the same. I will find you for that drink, do not think otherwise!

[He offers up a playful wink.]