[The positioning of Childe's hand is not lost on Zhongli, and it draws a soft, amused huff of laugh from him. As they fall into the steps of the dance, Zhongli leans closer, tilting his head slightly towards Childe's ear so they can speak softly without others hearing.
The tips of his fingers brush the fine hair at the back of Childe's neck, just briefly.]
No, I think I would rather say... you constantly exceed them. Time spent with you always does.
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The tips of his fingers brush the fine hair at the back of Childe's neck, just briefly.]
No, I think I would rather say... you constantly exceed them. Time spent with you always does.