Lemm is usually compelled to fill silence with talk, especially when the little ghost hangs around and looks at him with a face he has come to think of as "expectant". (Then again, the little wanderer is about as easy to read as the Hollow Knight, which is to say not remotely.)

As much as he claims to hate chatter, he sure finds himself doing a lot of it. He sips his tea and falls into the same trap again quite willingly.

"I won't expect you to hop up and walk out of that door until you can be certain you'll make it more than ten paces. I don't look for company, but obviously I won't send a traveller to their death if I can help it. I'm not a monster."

Lemm flashes them a sidelong glance, appraising that small motion they made, and tuts.

"I would say whatever's wrong with you is none of my business, but why do I have this sneaking feeling you didn't go running off to hunt down relics just for the geo, hm? You know I'm not a social bug, don't you? Trying to get in my good books is a waste of time." Lemm makes a small gesture with his teacup. "Don't try to please everyone. You'll work yourself into the ground, and plenty of bugs can't be pleased with anything."