[Once he'd first been made aware of these potions and the potentials they offered- Emet-Selch had certainly considered it. The entertainment they might offer, the opportunities... but he'd just as quickly realized what it would also feel like, to him. And he knew that would outweigh any chance of having a pleasant time.

But he does shuffle over to Irhya, sitting down beside her in a considerable slouch. And then he does sigh, but louder this time.]

It's fine. There's no reason it should have occurred to you.

[He at least doesn't seem inclined to hold it against her (even if her suggestion wouldn't have warranted it to begin with, but it's not like that would stop him when he's feeling petty).]

With yours- did you learn anything of value from conversing with yourself?