[ A theatrical shrug of his shoulders and his gait slow and measaured as he approached Ziva but surely not close enough that she would throw a plank at him-- he was of the sorts that he would expect the unexpected, prepare for the worst-- but he was not going to shy away from a closer understanding and if he had to approach, well he would take that opportunity-- after all there was yet one more Lightwarden to go and then it would be only a matter of time before something happened-- anything to stave off the boredom.

Nigh had he been bored by watching Ziva, and he was not even loathe to admit that. ]

Oh, it takes little to discourage me, much more to bore me-- so as long as you prove entertaining thank I suppose the light I shall endure for this afternoon--

[ Oh, Emet-Selch really was trying to be at least a bit charming; after all one caught more flies with honey than vinegar-- though he also didn't fool himself into thinking that perhaps Ziva would be a tough audience; he'd played tougher and in that respect Varis perennially comes to mind-- talk with Ziva or attempt communication with his grand son.

The kick was that it really wasn't much of a choice at all ]