"Well, it's not as though you can't annul the ones who're rude enough to remain past the point of desirability," he shrugs, continuing just as lightly, "as that's what's happened to two of mine. And so they're free to bother someone else with their concerns."

Though sharpness works its way into the last word, his manner otherwise remains calm, as though detached from it all.

Finishing up with a final blue flourish, Emet-Selch draws his hand back, observing Iramaat's face with a critical gaze, but finally giving his work a grudging nod. "There, congratulations on becoming part of a set. What a fine pair we make, and all that," he waves it off with a flick of one wrist. "And binges, hm?" the Ascian continues, as though he hadn't just interrupted himself, "I'd heard that going for some time Bondless as a monster was an unpleasant affair, particularly under the full moons- but that sounds not entirely terrible."

Mild as his tone is, it's pretty clear that he doesn't exactly believe it.