"Then you agree?" He hasn't agreed yet and he knows it, but he scoots closer anyway and nudges him with his arm gently. Close like this, the tortoise can clamber his way onto Emet-Selch's lap.

"We would both be very grateful... wouldn't we, little one?" Hythlodaeus rests his chin on Emet-Selch's shoulder. "Please, Emet-Selch?"