Felih laughs again. "You didn't know? Well, yes, he lives. Were it not for him, a great number of things would not be as they are..." The Crystal Tower, for one. And how Omega had been handled...

"He's entertaining to rile up," he purrs, relaxing as he gossips. Shit-talking Nero was always fun, alright? "I'm not sure if he counts as traitor, exactly, being presumed dead and all. He simply realized that the Empire was not the best place for him to be- he seems to be going about wreaking his own manner of mischief, still determined as ever to create new marvels of engineering."

Suddenly overtaken by a hint of mischief (that he may regret), Felih pulls back just slightly to look Emet-Selch in the eyes, before cracking a playful smile again. "Hm... I wonder, did your wife ever tell you that you'd look better if you smiled?" he teases, purring still, a finger coming up to poke at the corner of the Ascian's mouth. Don't poke the lion, Felih.

"You chose a handsome face, I suppose, but it doesn't help much if you insist on looking so dour..."