[ The hmmmm Emet-Selch lets out may give the idea that he thinks they have very opposing ideas of what 'good adventure' might be. For all that he protests, there's a stretch of time here in the middle where he doesn't forget the weight of all they must accomplish, and what is the cost of failure, and neither does it fall to the wayside; it is simply a problem to be addressed later. For a moment, they are as close to normal as one can be in either of their positions, and it is...comfortable. Familiar, like finding an old jacket one forgot they had, sliding it on and finding it still fits. ]

There are plenty more wretched little beasties for you to play target practice with, quit whining.

[ Viktor's question, with its obvious answer of yes, you would goes unanswered save for a squinted, incredulous little look Viktor cannot even see, and a sigh, drowned out by the thwoom of magic. ]

Who's to say I didn't? Maybe it was terribly boring and so we never attempted it again. [ Emet-Selch peers over Viktor's shoulder at the damage wrought and hms, this time appreciative. Not even a bit of viscera on Viktor's robes, lovely. He amends that thought near as quick as he has it, not trusting Viktor not to go rooting about with bare hands that he would very much like to touch him later tonight while they're in bed. ]

Please tell me you don't intend to loot any corpses left over.