One might. And Emet-Selch certainly intends to. After all, it's hardly as if he doesn't have time enough to spare. If all that should come out of this soulbond is a brief moment of diversion that could yet be something.

"Ah. I have known the type."

Many a time, in fact, over the span of his life.

"There is something to be said to gently insisting he spend an evening doing aught else. Though you may wish to choose something that is at least similar to whatever said work might entail?"