[He's never been very big on allowing options, something Emet-Selch has long made note of but not quite resigned himself to. Really, it would save him a great deal of grief if he did, but resignation has never been in his nature.]
Yes, yes— I'll see you there.
[Despite his ornery concession, a faint smile does tug at the corner of his tired mouth at that brief display of affection. Had he the energy, he might have protested about such things being inappropriate, given the setting, but it was much more effort than it was worth, especially when it served as a reminder as to exactly why he always ought to trust that Hythlodaeus had his best interests at heart.
Though there is no one present to make a show of it for, he raises a single hand and gives a sharp snap, and without further ado, vanishes from his own office to return home— though he had, for a brief moment, entertained the idea of simply sitting down at his desk once more.
This was likely the wiser choice for his nerves, in the long run.]
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Yes, yes— I'll see you there.
[Despite his ornery concession, a faint smile does tug at the corner of his tired mouth at that brief display of affection. Had he the energy, he might have protested about such things being inappropriate, given the setting, but it was much more effort than it was worth, especially when it served as a reminder as to exactly why he always ought to trust that Hythlodaeus had his best interests at heart.
Though there is no one present to make a show of it for, he raises a single hand and gives a sharp snap, and without further ado, vanishes from his own office to return home— though he had, for a brief moment, entertained the idea of simply sitting down at his desk once more.
This was likely the wiser choice for his nerves, in the long run.]