[ It never does take much to aggravate Emet-Selch. At least, not when he's rather fond of you. As his telltale glare should say while he gives Hythlodaeus a little shake. ]

And when, praytell, is our current predicament going to be addressed? This barely quialifies for the lifestream, let alone our paradise, and I—

[ He squints, finally loosening up his grip a little as he sees the line along Hythlodaeus's throat, signifying him as a "submissive". ] What is that?