[A disgruntled sigh soon follows, Emet-Selch finally meeting his friend's eyes through a trickle of steam. He'd hoped to at least be granted enough time to down a cup of tea (or two), but he supposes there's nothing for it.]

You, obviously.

...And Themis. You, however, are the one who's here before me now.

[Emet-Selch mutters against the rim of his cup, and at last Hythlodaeus has his answer. Or at least, he has something which might vaguely resemble one:]

If I must continue living with myself, I may as well do it as myself. Would you not agree?