Emet-Selch shrugs noncommittally. The assumption would go unanswered either way regardless of it being right or wrong.

"Enough about me." He peers intently at his new acquaintance with a knowing expression. He could see the lack of soul that this one bears and knows what such a thing means. They are an archane entity - a being that has been created. One can't help his curiosity. "What of you, a creation without a creator. Whatever will you do all on your own?"