[Though Diluc hasn't tried it himself he can tell enough by its smell alone to know that if he did it wouldn't end well for him. There's really no need to tempt fate with such things when the last time had brought on such spectacularly terrible results.

Given what he knows about Snezhnayan liquor it doesn't surprise him that Childe is showing no signs of being drunk. The merchants who had brought the fire-water to the winery not long after his return to Mondstadt hadn't looked drunk either, even after consuming several glasses of the stuff. It hadn't been easy to keep himself straight until they saw fit to excuse themselves from his company.]

Just today, though it's no business of yours. [He replies bluntly. At least the burning across the tops of his ears has cooled off. Diluc has not forgotten a single moment of what had happened between them in that beachside café, as much as he would sorely wish to be able to.

At least the shift will be over fairly soon. Perhaps Childe can find someone else to pester.]

I thought you might want me to leave you the bottle, rather than having to ask for refills.