Lemm attempts to judge the amount of time he should wait before speaking again. The Hollow Knight reacts to things he says, which means it's a two-way conversation of sorts, but they only react sometimes and only in strange ways he can't read yet--

--In strange ways he can't read.

"What I mean is I thought you'd be more..." Lemm tilts his head pensively, still not making eye contact. "...Grandiose," he decides, flourishing dully with the hand that holds his door key. "There's nothing wrong with a knight being modest, but then I don't think you're modest, either." That's-- he doesn't mean it like that, but too late, it's said. He hurries to his point as he finally glances across. "I'm not your captain of the guard, and I'm no monarch, either. If you're looking for leadership, you'll find none with me. I'm just a Relic Seeker, understand? I'm no one."

No questions yet, unfortunately.