A nod. Emet-Selch returns that flat gaze with one of his own, crossing his arms over his chest. If that's truly all they wish to ask, then he sees no reason to delay any further for something which will no doubt prove woefully anticlimactic.

"Let us be about it, then."

He'll wait a moment more and then he allows his vision to shift and refocus. For all intents and purposes, he only appears to be watching Mithrun, those yellow eyes luminous even in the daylight. Just as he said, Mithrun will feel nothing. It may be they don't even realize that Emet-Selch is finished until he mutters a considering "hmmn" to himself, brow furrowing in dislike.

"Well, gentlemen. The good news is that though I have confirmed that the dragon-soul is indeed attached, there is no evidence that its presence is having a negative impact on Mithrun's soul, here." He speaks casually, his attention shifting between them before landing on Mithrun once more, the lilt in his voice fading away to something a touch more professional. "Nor much of any affect at all, really. The two colors are yet distinct, and I sense no interference, nor any need for alarm at this moment."

"As for the bad news, I suspect you already know something, elsewise you would not have commented upon your soul's appearance ere we began."