"Oh, I don't know... it could be anything. The tiles could be more like the ones in Amaurot, or you could affix a few sconces to the walls..." He knows how much Emet-Selch likes his little reminders of home- after all, the Warrior of Light had told him about Amaurot's recreation under the waves, and Emet-Selch had always been the sentimental type long before that.

"'Tis your office to do with as you please, after all." He turns towards Emet-Selch again and slides in front of him where he's seated, back still to the desk.