At the mention of Dionys, a slow picture of possibilities begins to form in his mind as he weaves certain instances together. Orders from the Regent, was it.

"What do I want." He restates contemplatively. Emet-Selch looks off and considers. "I want to be able to work together. That is all I ask." His expectations of others have withered over the years, so much that 'friendship' is too high of an expectation.

"I will extend the olive branch and let him do with it as he sees fit; I do not expect friendship if he is not willing to supply it."