"You do look very nice against it." He comments, welcoming Hythlodaeus into his lap. He needs to pick up the scattered papers and perhaps get some more work done, but it can all wait. "Of course it is, you needn't even ask." He teases. Emet-Selch picked up some extravagant tastes over the years so of course he had to make his private opera box as grand as he possibly could.

... Actually, perhaps he could make it even better. Another thought for later.

"I will take you anytime you like."