Emet-Selch looks down at his small 'helper'. He leers, but takes the bottle in hand all the same.

An obvious hint, but fine, he'll play along. "Yes, this should do." He says before pouring in a reasonable amount of oil.

He sets the bottle down and folds his arms. "I suppose that's all it needs?" There's something about his tone that is baiting, asking to be brought more.