[ The way Emet-Selch begins to zone out halfway through all this, His eyes glazing over at the sheer length of it, could make one thankful that their faces can't be seen. This reminds him of his ruling days when those who had something to prove would do their best to win him over with long drawn-out speeches of their successes.

Gods, he wishes the droning words in his mind would stop. And then he blinks, at attention when the words finally do stop. Finally. Ah, peace.

So he responds flatly: ]

Indulge me with a small list next time.

[ He continues a little less flatly. ]

However, I'm sure we can find a plethora of things for you to do that will best utilize your skills. [ Humorously: ] I'm sure you would be appalled to know how many of our fellow Kenoma lack the knowledge of how to use flatware.