[The reaction makes him smirk, a brief pang of something akin to hope blossoming in his chest before he pushes it away. His problem is perhaps not that he can't see it, but that he's telling himself that what he thinks he's seeing is a lie. Someone like Emet-Selch falling for someone like him is... heh.

As such, he doesn't pursue the topic. Which may seem odd to Emet-Selch since it very obviously provoked him, but Hythlodaeus would rather not dwell on matters out of his control.]

You must tell me more about your lives. Mine was so very uneventful... not that I can recall most of it.

[It was more of a waking dream than anything, the years slipping by like minutes.]