[Emet-Selch leveled another Look. That look had withered people before, but as Hythlodaeus would have stated had he been here, it rarely made people back off.

Well, certain ones, anyway.]

I am not a tree, and especially not a tree that needs - or wants - to be fed.

[Hands smoothed down his coat, as if that would stop any pockets or straps from finding a new life as a hand/foot hold. Ridiculous that he was entertaining such prattle even this much.]

When I feel the hunger pangs and I am two breaths from starvation, I will call upon your pies. Does that sound reasonable?