i hear you're a good kisser. — from eula to Diluc
"I've heard you spread that rumor yourself."
Ever good for a smile. It's likely the drink forcing her hand, such jokes divorced from her usual demeanor, but it's yards away from the drunkenness he's versed in. Diluc believes it a result of her taste testing spawned from boredom; longer nights bled into shorter days spent 'round one another, but part of him wanders off. Submerges in thought.
"Scarce are the people I've - kissed," somehow it feels juvenile when he says it - part of her natural elegance, he deduces. "Particularly in Mondstadt. Should you find someone wavering their 'bragging rights,' they're likely ilk of Angel's Share as opposed to prior, ahem. Partners."
Stealing away her glass, Diluc dunks it into already bubbly water where it clanks along the rest. Benefits of good, hard-cut glass: no shattering.
"I need only your opinion on the matter. Anything else is irrelevant to me."










