"A truce? No." Alas, they are nearing the end of the chocolate, so Hythlodaeus takes the last of it and brings it up to Emet-Selch's lips again, where he wipes it over his mouth before pressing a finger past his lips with a grin.

"What they had in mind matters not. What I'm more concerned with is that we're having fun our way." He sits back a little, resting his weight on Emet-Selch's lap more, a chocolatey mess but glad for it. "We can clean ourselves up whenever we like, after all."