He leans in once more, using his free hand to hold Hythlodaeus' steady as he bites onto the strawberry and once again sucks it into his mouth, taking the extra time to lick melted chocolate from one of Hythlodaeus' fingers before letting go and moving to stand up. His friend had the right idea- the clothes may look great but are not that great to relax in.

"Likely the first, though I would prefer the second." He responds idly as he works to remove his jacket, tie and a few buttons of his shirt before sitting back down. Being drunk sounds better than throwing up. "Being nauseous sounds like a mess for everyone involved. And I'd joke about taking advantage of you while drunk, but considering you stripped before the glass even reached your hand..."

"How about we aim for a happy medium, hmm?" As if to enforce the point, Emet-Selch grabs a fork to take a bite of the lemon cake before leaning back against the headboard and grabbing his glass of wine again. Though if Hythlodaeus wants to eat until he vomits it up, or get so trashed he can no longer sit up, it doesn't really matter to him. Emet-Selch is just happy they can enjoy this time together in relative peace and the happy, safe and lighthearted atmosphere they have created for themselves here.