Lemm's not privy to these things yet, and reading the Knight well is already a level of expertise he doesn't have. But they've never been this quiet... relatively speaking.

"Aye, aye. Shouldn't have suggested working together. Now you're spending time in here. I don't run a spa."

But he's not completely dense. Something's off. What would someone else say? Or do? Nothing that Lemm's prepared to, certainly.

Sigh.

"I usually go for a walk," he mutters uncertainly, "when I'm stuck on something." He'll just... see how they react to that, first.