Emet-Selch makes for a countertop where he has some tea warming. It is poured into an ornate purple and gold teaup which looks to be much too luxurious to be drinking out of so casually. He hesitates briefly, pours more into another cup, and then turns to make for the main living area again.

One teacup and saucer are set on the far end of the coffee table. He takes the other for himself and sits in the adjacent chair which - again - may just look a little too ornate. It's a nonverbal invitation for Ciel to sit.

"So it seems." Suppose he had to acknowledge that their mutual accord seemed to be 'purely' before Venera. It had taken him some puzzling to put his finger on why Howl was so upset to begin with - given what Howl said about his memories of Garlemald had no bearing on Howl personally - but then he had been able to settle on the likely 'why' after some consideration.

"Howl has difficulty with figures of authority and has struggled with his place in Achamoth because of it. In Venera, He discovered that I once wielded similar power to those whom he repudiated." Emet-Selch takes a sip of tea - pinky so nonchalantly raised. His next words are said with a little more dramatic flair, "To wit, I am sure his oh-soooo-delicate feelings are eminently aggrieved." He spitefully adds, "Again."