[Ah, yes. That voice. He knew it well, heard it equal parts annoyance and coldness on previous encounters. Emet-Selch turned to look at him and --]

Ah. You have changed.

[Physically, anyway. Gone was the crystal arm and the whites at the tips of his hair, and he looked…younger. Interesting. Interesting, indeed.]

It seems as though we have the same hobbies after all. Keeping up with that youthful look, are you?

[If G’raha was looking for any recognition for recent truces or visits, it certainly wasn’t there in those amber eyes.]