Lemm's reaction to the Millibelle question is a derisive scoff and an air of general annoyance, as is probably correct. "Might be that she comes and goes, but I've seen her a few times now, in the Pleasure House or scavenging nearby. If she knows what's good for her she'll stay out of my way, but otherwise it's none of my business who wants to hang about in the capital."

Is - was he so obvious? Lemm glances at the candy jar and estimates that yes, probably, he was. Which means they considered it on his behalf.

"Oh." He scrambles to mask how deeply his appreciation for that runs, though mostly it bleeds through regardless. "Well. You're sharp. Not sure why I'm surprised." Despite himself, he reaches into the jar for another honey candy. Whatever. Hardly matters any more that they see him eat these, does it?

It occurs to Lemm that perhaps some of why they stayed to listen - before they both got to know each other, anyway - might have been for the distraction of it. Goodness knows he leans into that himself.

Now more aware of this fact, Lemm considers what this means for the ways he might be helpful, which still weighs heavily on his mind.

"...History chatter I can do quite well," he tells them, slowly committing. "As you know. I'm sure I can fill our time with that, though I think at my best when there's a relic in my hands." Subtly, Lemm nods his horn in the direction of his shelves.