Laughing, Hythlodaeus shushes Emet-Selch noisily and presses his finger to his friend's lips. "You truly feel that strongly about the Cubus? Very well, draw up your concept application and submit it, and I will approve it as a personal favour to you."

Not... that his approval has any sway here. And he realises that, which is partly why he's agreeing to approve it in the first place. Removing his finger from Emet-Selch's lips, he drinks a little more with a chuckle.

"The Cubus may mean little and less to me, but for my dearest friend I would approve almost anything."