He's tempted. You wouldn't know it, by the disdainful face he pulls. Hopefully Myla isn't privy to that level of detail.

"I'm not hungry," he says, which currently seems to be a better excuse than his usual one. He also takes a step back, as if he's politely giving her space. (He's giving himself space.)

Draped in the blanket still, Lemm folds his arms.

"I know there's more than one Godseeker," he starts off with. "And I know where they're from, though I've never heard of it. I've a bare few glyphs to work from." An easy shrug. "I'm assuming this one you're talking about is significant. Only the Knight doesn't seem keen."