To which he gives a good-natured shrug accompanied with a faint smile. Oh, was his fight with the hero at play in this request for a demonstration? It comes with little surprise considering what he knows.

"Perhaps another time," Emet-Selch says non-committally. For now, he flits his wrist at the guards in the distance as if to shoo Zenos away. "For now, go on. Make short work of your entertainment."