Emet-Selch doesn't seem to be bothered as Byleth shuffles closer to the fire. After all, it's uncomfortably cold out. Not Ilsabard levels of frigid misery, no, but still "Freezing" by his standards. The only reason he's not shivering out of his own skin is likely due to the dragon's warmth acting as a buffer against such things. He assumes this is the same mechanism that allows him to breathe out smoke and fire (and accidentally burn his morning coffee).
"Then why don't we begin with that?" There's a hint of dismissiveness to his words, as if it's only an arbitrary suggestion and Emet-Selch doesn't particularly care one way or another if Byleth accepts or rejects his attempt to extend the proverbial olive branch.
"I can teach you more about our history, and in exchange I suppose you can school me in the appropriate method of ice fishing or...whatever it is that you do."
This isn't entirely part of the bet, mind. He would have made the offer anyway. After all, his heritage is one of the few things he can say he enjoys fielding questions about, and Byleth always has been a particularly good listener.
(And it certainly beats staring at one another to see who will crack first.)
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"Then why don't we begin with that?" There's a hint of dismissiveness to his words, as if it's only an arbitrary suggestion and Emet-Selch doesn't particularly care one way or another if Byleth accepts or rejects his attempt to extend the proverbial olive branch.
"I can teach you more about our history, and in exchange I suppose you can school me in the appropriate method of ice fishing or...whatever it is that you do."
This isn't entirely part of the bet, mind. He would have made the offer anyway. After all, his heritage is one of the few things he can say he enjoys fielding questions about, and Byleth always has been a particularly good listener.
(And it certainly beats staring at one another to see who will crack first.)