[Fair enough. After all, if one truly wished it they could certainly make a case for how Emet-Selch used to be way back when. Beneath the roles he plays, his core self is as ever the same.]

Genuine compliments? Is that all? Who'd have imagined that such a straightforward tactic would be the one thing I have yet to try.

[Sarcasm and a noncommittal shrug follows, his lips quirked in what might be amusement, or what might merely be an affected act just to annoy him.]

But no rest for the weary, hm? Very well. I suppose this meeting has been productive enough.

[And with that he rises. No fuss. No argument. Curiously enough the man appears slightly less bent over than he normally would.]

Do try not to completely wreck your health. It would be such a shame for our fledgling truce to have its wings clipped so soon.