[ He supposes there will come a time where he gets used to this. There won't be one where he ever takes such closeness for granted, but it will be less - he's not surprised exactly, not startled. He doesn't know what he is in that moment, Viktor nestling in close and just as Emet-Selch resolves himself to reach back out to press a hand against the small of his back, Viktor's flitting off again after a brush of fingers through his hair, always in motion, Emet-Selch too slow. ]
Organizing.
[ That's a bit of a generous summation, he thinks, watching Viktor hover a hand over the kettle, puzzling out what he's attempting to do before giving up and giving it a proper glance. Against his will, a smirk curves his lips. ]
Are we in danger of being poisoned? It's been at least a decade since anyone tried with any real intent but that would be a change of pace.
[ Viktor doesn't sense anything wrong with the tea, it seems, as he pours them both glasses and Emet-Selch does a quick round of the room to re-establish the layers of enchantment and charms he has to grant them real privacy, then strides over to the other open seat. Barely, he resists the urge to hide a groan as he sits. A few bells of walking is nothing, and yet he is not possessed anymore of Solus' body, one honed for war, but his own, far more comfortable sat contorted in a chair studying. ]
My dealings here were relatively minimal the last few lifetimes. I knew of her, in the same way, I knew of any of the thorns in our sides, but I was not as...we shall say well-acquainted as I was with others.
[ Plucking a loaf from the stack and summoning a knife thoughtlessly to begin slicing neat, even pieces off of it to dunk, Emet-Selch is pleased he keeps a reasonably even tone and simply looks at Viktor, nonchalant. ] Is there some burning question you would ask of her?
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Organizing.
[ That's a bit of a generous summation, he thinks, watching Viktor hover a hand over the kettle, puzzling out what he's attempting to do before giving up and giving it a proper glance. Against his will, a smirk curves his lips. ]
Are we in danger of being poisoned? It's been at least a decade since anyone tried with any real intent but that would be a change of pace.
[ Viktor doesn't sense anything wrong with the tea, it seems, as he pours them both glasses and Emet-Selch does a quick round of the room to re-establish the layers of enchantment and charms he has to grant them real privacy, then strides over to the other open seat. Barely, he resists the urge to hide a groan as he sits. A few bells of walking is nothing, and yet he is not possessed anymore of Solus' body, one honed for war, but his own, far more comfortable sat contorted in a chair studying. ]
My dealings here were relatively minimal the last few lifetimes. I knew of her, in the same way, I knew of any of the thorns in our sides, but I was not as...we shall say well-acquainted as I was with others.
[ Plucking a loaf from the stack and summoning a knife thoughtlessly to begin slicing neat, even pieces off of it to dunk, Emet-Selch is pleased he keeps a reasonably even tone and simply looks at Viktor, nonchalant. ] Is there some burning question you would ask of her?