He busies himself with sipping another drink while his friend speaks. This one is consumed slower than the last; he can feel his cheeks begin to flush with warmth. Not a promising sign....
Emet-Selch tips his chin up in a bit of dramatic snootiness. "Unfortunately, you shan't bear witness to my creation brimming with 'excitement' nor 'practicality'. Given my victory is all but assured the only thing we shall bear witness to is your groveling."
Emet-Selch reaches across the table and places a drink squarely in front of Hythlodaeus to encourage him to continue on.
He causes for a brief moment. Without a word, he takes another glass of alcohol and places it on the opposite end of the table. It is placed there as if he were doing so in anticipation of a friend joining them. For someone who is missing from this table. He gives a small look of regard before returning his attention to happier matters. He would acknowledge their missing friend but he does not intend to take away from their time together.
His head is turned to the side - as much as he can with Hythlodaeus leaning against him - and he mutters his challenging reply. "Now, go on. Let us resume your doomed contest."
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Emet-Selch tips his chin up in a bit of dramatic snootiness. "Unfortunately, you shan't bear witness to my creation brimming with 'excitement' nor 'practicality'. Given my victory is all but assured the only thing we shall bear witness to is your groveling."
Emet-Selch reaches across the table and places a drink squarely in front of Hythlodaeus to encourage him to continue on.
He causes for a brief moment. Without a word, he takes another glass of alcohol and places it on the opposite end of the table. It is placed there as if he were doing so in anticipation of a friend joining them. For someone who is missing from this table. He gives a small look of regard before returning his attention to happier matters. He would acknowledge their missing friend but he does not intend to take away from their time together.
His head is turned to the side - as much as he can with Hythlodaeus leaning against him - and he mutters his challenging reply. "Now, go on. Let us resume your doomed contest."