"Something lighter, then?" He won't dwell on the topic of Emet-Selch being cautious if the other man doesn't seem to want to, as fun as it would be to tease him more. No response is boring, after all- Emet-Selch knows how to shut down Hythlodaeus' teasing remarks almost as well as Hythlodaeus knows where to prod to wind him up.

"Well, let's see... how about here?" The Drunken Sailor, it's called. It smells delightful in there- they clearly must do food as well as drinks, and that's enough to entice Hythlodaeus to drag Emet-Selch that way.