If he wasn't caught by such a steady hand, he would surely have a much closer look at the ground. Even with Hythlodaeus having such a firm grip on him it is a struggle to stay standing.

Emet-Selch hisses to himself and puts a hand to his forehead in an attempt to steady it. "Cursed Garlean body." Surely if not for this inferior body, this wouldn't be a problem.

He takes a moment to gather himself as much as possible - which is difficult when the world is not wanting to stay still. Emet-Selch slings an arm over his friend's shoulder given he would surely not be able to make his way on his own. "And where would you suggest we have 'fun'? I have spent little time in this city." Not to mention it's difficult to think like this.