Emet-Selch twitches in place and he cracks open an eye. That eye glares sullenly at Rhea'li.

"What do you mean 'did I do that'?" he asks scornfully. "Can't you recognise your own death blow when you see it?"

...He self-consciously adjusts the towel a little, but there's only so far it can ride up. At best, it hides the mark on his abdomen a little better - the mark that's just the symbol of his office.