Almost as dreadful as your attempt to try my willpower.

[Hythlodaeus looks him over with his keen gaze before reaching back and pulling his robe up and off, revealing short pair of boxers underneath— before draping the absolute monstrous amount of yardage over Emet-Selch. ]

Can I not simply ask a question to its own end? I would see you well-fed if I can help it. Generally well taken care of, really...