"Well you've left me no choice, have you?" Emet-selch groans, seeing as that decision has already been made for him. "You'd better have picked something good to make up for it. Better yet, next time wait for your food before you strip."

Flopping down on that big comfy bed looks so inviting right now, and not only because a half naked Hythlodaeus is rolling around on it. But he knows that if he does that now it will be an effort to get back up and answer the door.

"They had better not take too much time." He doesn't want to be left standing all night, leaning against the wall until their food arrives, which is what he is doing.