[A mild snort follows.]

There you go, giving him unrealistic expectations.

[Emet-Selch's eyes narrow in Hythlodaeus's direction before he takes another sip from his own mug, his attention returning to Themis once more.]

We all know that this brow of mine is not like to go uncreased for any duration in future, especially now when they've two extra appendages to hold aloft. Alas, my gratitude will have to suffice, as well as a reminder that I am here should either of your burdens begin to pile up again.