Being taken into the city and yanked about is not his favorite thing but he tolerates it well enough. At least well enough only to give a subtle leer if he is pulled too hard in one direction.

His ire settles on the humble food from afar, and he gives it a look of disapproval that would make most men wither. "A hotdog is an affront to nature." Emet-Selch says as thought nothing could possibly disprove it as fact. "It is a amalgamation of meat that is stuffed into a piece of folded bread." Why settle for something like that when they have the whole city on offer? "Surely, we can find something more appetizing."