[Hythlodaeus relaxes, his earlier amusement fully returned once Emet-Selch has had his say.]

Perish the thought. I may be pleased, but insufferable is another matter entirely. If it were possible to submit said proven hypothesis and experiment in the waking world and have it accepted on the other hand...

[He leans forward and grins.]

And you'd be credited, of course. I can hardly take all the accolades for myself.