[He can feel the heat in his face as he looks down at Hythlodaeus' batting eyelashes. Inwardly cursing himself for still being susceptible to the fraudulent charms of this simulacrum...

Bringing a hand up, he presses it to Hythlodaeus' face to push him away—though the gesture isn't especially forceful or unkind, merely a means to afford him a little more personal space so he can think, not to mention quiet that heart of his down.]

Yes, yes. I am certain you'd love to assist me in every way imaginable. Though I do not think making you more of a villain than you have already prove yourself to be will help aught at all.