[Surprise, surprise. Look, he was bored. And had nothing better to do with his time at the moment. Such things tend to happen when you shift your focus from planning the next calamity to indulging in a brief moment of personal happiness. Though Emet-Selch is no more or less pleasant than when he first arrived, something about him seems to have mellowed out slightly.]

[A sip of tea, and then:]

Is that all? Moving furniture? You might have been more specific in your message.

[A pause as he sets his cup down.]

And you would save the only interesting part for last. Fine, then. Where do you need this furniture moved to?