"Such theatre," he chides, yet from the way his mouth curls upwards of its own accord, somehow reaching the sharp glint in his eye (however briefly), 'tis clear Emet-Selch is in on the joke. It's amusing, honestly, that even someone like Elidibus would have a flair for the dramatic.

As for the challenge, well. Mayhap he'd appreciate an excuse to play. It's been quite a long time, and if it wasn't (exactly) his own idea, then no one can accuse him of showing off. Not that such is his aim. The joy is in the playing itself.

"Would I, though? You know I've no patience for such things." He certainly does have patience for it, if he deems it a worthy enough cause. This, too, is part of the game.

"But then it's only courteous to save our hosts from yet another musical misstep..." he trails off, as if he's considering it (when in reality they both know he's already made up his mind). What he says next may prove a little surprising, at least.

"You were bobbing for onions earlier, were you not? Have you any to spare? A single specimen will suffice."