Emet-Selch notices, however. Difficult not to when the motion reminds him of the way Grani used to get all twitchy and excited when presented with one of his favorite treats. (Well, inasmuch as Grani ever got excited about anything.) It's endearing in its way, if somewhat embarrassing, too. He isn't certain why but- oh, nevermind. This isn't at all the reaction he was aiming for, and if Byleth keeps looking at him like that, he might well revoke the offer altogether.

"Yes, truly." Emet-Selch sounds impatient now. He's not in the habit of being questioned when he says he will do something. "Not that you've any shortage of people who could instruct you on such things, but with the additional perspective perhaps you will gain a more complete understanding of our ways."

Don't make this such a big deal, Byleth. Really, it's nothing. Nothing at all.