"You will be hard pressed to get rid of me." Lying down, he pats the bed before finally deciding to shed his own clothing- all the better to be close to Emet-Selch.

"But I'm hoping that you would not wish for such a thing..." There's a dangerous lilt to his voice, but if Emet-Selch catches his eyes he will note genuine anxiety there. He doesn't know why he's so convinced now of all times that Emet-Selch will find someone else, but he simply can't shake it no matter how rational he tries to be.

And that irritates him. He was so content before- what changed?