The truth is, Hythlodaeus would let him have his way, but he finds it kind of cute that he doesn't always push it. Besides, he can tell that he likes the attention. The more potent truth is that he only speaks like this for Dirk. He's the only one that has required this sort of inspiration, anyway.

"I have been informed of this, once or twice," he says airily as he stands, though it's a bit of a jerky movement as Dirk pulls on his wrist at the same time that he's getting his footing. Sure, he'd fit in the house better if he went around on his knees, but that's just a little too silly.

"If he isn't, he soon will be, I think."

Hythlodaeus considers Dirk as they make their way towards the room. He scrubs the video of their interaction here back and forth, wondering if he got through to him properly. It seemed to at least not end worse than it started? It was always unpredictable between them, and while he would have preferred to tease and jab and play to his heart's content, he knew that he had to behave at least for a little while.

He does want to ask and check if he's sore, but he isn't sure that would pan out either. His lip quirks. He wonders why they bother speaking sometimes. At least when it isn't like this. This always delivers results.