"Evening? A few hours?" Howl parrots, quirking his eyebrow haughtily. Be thankful, Emet-Selch, for your young friend is doing his best to give you the benefit of the doubt here, and not assume that your incorrect sense of time is because you've been lost in the satisfaction of thousands of years of carnal desire. Yes, he is trying. Maybe not succeeding but trying.

So he moves to a chair as he's been all but commanded to and takes a seat before venturing to correct him.

"Emet-Selch, it's been a week. Not hours." The enormous grin on his face might be saying more than words ever could when it comes to what he's thinking about all this, but he continues.

"You never told me Hythlodaeus was so beautiful. No wonder you missed him so dearly. — him? Or should I say 'them'?" Howl asks only to be respectful. From his tone and the way he'd looked at Hythlodaeus, he might be feeling a bit smitten himself.

"Whichever it is, I assure you, I did not mean to interrupt your honeymoon."