Ahh, I do so love an excuse to make a scene. Pity.

[ He takes a moment to sigh mournfully, shaking his head, before pushing towards the man now standing in their entry. His lips are quirked just slightly as he comes to a stop before him. Almost touching, but not quite yet. He doesn't miss the subtle hints of tension creeping away from Emet-Selch's form now that he's home again, and was that a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips? Victory! ]

But probably not an appropriate time, you're right. Are you hungry at all? Or I can run a bath...?