"I did. Past tense. You really needn't go to the trouble, I see plenty of it already."

Who is he kidding, he knows he will never get any peace and has brought it entirely on himself, plus it just wouldn't be the same if it suddenly halted again.

But Hythlodaeus seems to be fine, at least from the way he is acting, so Emet-Selch heeds his words and meanders on over to the sofa, lazing over it to relax while waiting for the tea, after which he sits up, both to grab a mug and clear some space beside him.