He's about to answer before Emet makes the comment about Azem, and the win visibly leaves his lungs. He fidgets, looking at his feet briefly, before gathering himself.

"Uh. Yeah, he did say he was Azem's familiar. I never met Azem myself, but it's hard to not have heard some of the stories about his- er. How he is." To put it lightly. Even Themis had treated him to a few stories about the ever-enigmatic man.

"Why, did you meet him?" His head tilts, like a curious puppy, wholly at the mercy of Emet-Selch's persnickety leanings.