Emet-Selch returns the look with a blunt (if stubborn) stare of his own, carefully training his expression to its default sternness. And then he is freed from such scrutiny, which he punctuates by tossing the last morsel from his own plate into his mouth and chewing it slowly.
The response earns a shrug as Emet-Selch allows the now-empty plate to disperse back into aether, the only indication it ever existed being a few shimmering motes of magic that soon vanish into nothing.
"I'm not a fan of being pressed, but I look forward to news of your progress nonetheless." Not that it's of any consequence to him, really, but 'tis clear Byleth is keen to figure things out when it comes to matters of the heart. How unusual that someone so seemingly surrounded by people (being a teacher, at that), who has dedicated his time to academic service, could be so puzzled when it comes to expressing affection for and appreciation of others. Then again, much of his expertise has a more military lean, if Emet-Selch recalls their initial conversation correctly. Perhaps, following his father's passing, there simply wasn't opportunity to dwell upon more tender topics.
Huh?
Emet-Selch blinks.
"Would I care to?" he repeats, and it is immediately clear that this idea hadn't even crossed his mind for all that he has, in fact, paused to observe the musicians and those partaking of quick-footed merrymaking more than once over the course of his visit. "And what, exactly, left you with the impression that twirling about was even on my agenda for the evening?"
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The response earns a shrug as Emet-Selch allows the now-empty plate to disperse back into aether, the only indication it ever existed being a few shimmering motes of magic that soon vanish into nothing.
"I'm not a fan of being pressed, but I look forward to news of your progress nonetheless." Not that it's of any consequence to him, really, but 'tis clear Byleth is keen to figure things out when it comes to matters of the heart. How unusual that someone so seemingly surrounded by people (being a teacher, at that), who has dedicated his time to academic service, could be so puzzled when it comes to expressing affection for and appreciation of others. Then again, much of his expertise has a more military lean, if Emet-Selch recalls their initial conversation correctly. Perhaps, following his father's passing, there simply wasn't opportunity to dwell upon more tender topics.
Huh?
Emet-Selch blinks.
"Would I care to?" he repeats, and it is immediately clear that this idea hadn't even crossed his mind for all that he has, in fact, paused to observe the musicians and those partaking of quick-footed merrymaking more than once over the course of his visit. "And what, exactly, left you with the impression that twirling about was even on my agenda for the evening?"