Eltain begrudgingly moves to the seat marked for him between the Shepherd and Thrull and lays a comforting hand on Shep's larger one. He rolls his eyes at Baalzebul's obvious attempt to get a rise out of him by referring to him as a whipping boy and ignoring most of his accomplishments and smirks. He'd take that one as a compliment, thank you very much. He decides that, given the lack of pleasant things to look at, he might as well look at an unpleasant one, and proceeds to stare directly at Baalzebul, putting on an infuriatingly pleasant meaningless smile of the type usually found on shopkeepers. This was going to be interesting.