He sits beside Emet-Selch and takes a sip of his tea, leaning against his friend with a sigh. He's about to open his mouth to insist that he continue to annoy Emet-Selch, when there's an odd tapping behind the curtains covering the doors leading onto the balcony.

"Hm...?" Curious, Hythlodaeus sits back up. "Is someone there?" He glances over at Emet-Selch, quirking an eyebrow. "Expecting a late night visitor?"

The tapping persists, until there's a distinct thud against the glass.