[ Sigr would find that as far as Ascians went, Emet-Selch was probably the most human out of the entire bunch, but that was perhaps he had lived among them. Yes, he had done some truly atrocious stuff but that was human-like, he would argue above all else. He had also experienced the sublime, he had taken joy in fatherhood when it had been ripped from him entirely too fast, he had perhaps not exactly loved but at the very least been fond of certain mortals and he had engaged in dalliance-- oh, he was no stranger to that-- if Sigr wanted to participate in this flirting, he would rise to the occasion. ]

Oh, ever have I been fond of 'hair-pulling'-- if timed in the right moment, it can inspire the most delightful reactions.

[ And then almost as a afterthought, moving over to one of the rock walls where the murals were painted, though he was not precisely 'looking' at the murals right now-- but at the Warrior of Light. No talk of tedious things at this moment, it was almost as if the Hrothgar was enjoying a moment of being human-- oh, he supposed that the other man was still under Hydaelyn's will but this subject was almost safely in the middle, beyond worlds sundered and primals dancing ]

Though as Emperor Solus, very few dared to pull my hair--

[ and then just because Emet-Selch wanted to see how far he could go, he stepped closer until he was just suddenly there, and then he very lightly nudged at Sigr's thwapping tail with the toe of his boot. He did not tread on it, but just growing awareness that he had placed himself in a position of proximity ]