"Well, first of all you owe me a creation." Grinning, he helps Emet-Selch out of the bar and into the warm sunshine.

"After all, I won." He says it in a singsong voice, pleased with himself. "So! I want to see something fascinating. Can you do that for me?"

He makes a note to ask about Emet-Selch's 'inferior Garlean body' afterwards. But for now, he's going to be bragging on the fact that he won their little contest.