Hythlodaeus raises his eyebrows at that invitation to war, so to speak... but he looks no less smug.

"My, my, Hades, extending challenges to me now? You certainly have changed! I hereby solemnly swear I shall do my best not to disappoint you," he chuckles, putting a hand to his breast in an overexaggeratedly serious gesture. "And I would be most honoured to share a room with the most eminent Emet-Selch himself."

A measure of his playful manner leaves him, though, as he brushes his long hair forward over his shoulder.

"In fact, I was about to ask you whether you would let me use the shower. 'Tis an utter hassle to brush the salt out."