Emet-Selch fancies himself considerate in this regard: he clears his throat to announce his presence rather than startle his object of interest. Unceremoniously, however, he sits down right afterwards, sans invitation and right across from none other than The Crystal Exarch himself.
Although, is it really appropriate to refer to him as such? After all, by the looks of things, he has shed all of it: the poise of an Exarch, the garb, and, last but not least, the crystal that had once been overtaking his slight body. How curious…
“I shan’t bother to ask if this seat is taken.” He says, casually propping his chin on a hand, feigning indifference. He does flicker a sly grin, however. “I’d like to flatter myself into believing you’d allow me to be an exception, given our brief yet fascinating history together.”
And nary too long ago, you were in my custody, and I never did finish extracting valuable information from you, no matter how much I made you twist and cry in agony. That’s what he would have preferred to add. Alas, the good sense to utilize civility has the better of him, given the circumstances and all. After a brief silence, The Ascian shrugs his shoulders, as though urging a conversation to come from this.
“So, here we are. A world away from worlds. I personally find it quite irritating, don’t you?”