Oh, he could predict where this is going as soon as he hears who is at the door. Howl is getting invited in, isn't he?

Emet-Selch takes a deep breath, holds it as the invitation is inevitably handed out, and then exhales loudly. There is nothing presentable about their current state of dress or the tidiness of his room. Having someone see this - see vulnerability - is not so ideal. Although this Wizard has been privy to more than any other.

"Is that so." He calls back, somewhat flatly. "Perhaps you could give our guest my felicitations on learning how to 'check' on someone's wellbeing without tearing down their door." He knows very well that it could be heard without being repeated.