Emet-Selch is still silent. His gaze does not leave the bird. No, he is fully commited to this little endeavor. So they stand there, for a full two minutes or so, the bird ruffling its feathers, unmoving, while Emet-Selch folds his arms tightly, staring the bird down.

Until the creature finally blinks, before chattering its beak to begin making an absolutely horrific noise that echoes within the walls like artillery fire going off.

"That's more like it." Emet-Selch is not startled by the noise, almost as if he expected it. He won and that is what matters.

"And no, I did not summon it. Why would I? I have met their kind before though." Apparently they just have an affinity for him.