[Diluc meets his eyes unwaveringly. He has faced down far more terrifying things than a Snezhnayan brat - harbinger or no - who doesn't know when to back down from a challenge. That the man rises to the bait is no surprise, but Diluc does hope that he doesn't think this is the way to go to impress him. Though, he doubts that's really in Childe's mind at the moment.
Those in Mondstadt might have decided, on occasion, to get drunk enough to rile up the bartender but those attentions were rarely - if ever - directed at Diluc himself. Even Nimrod knew well enough not to play around with the owner of the Dawn Winery when he chose to take a shift behind the bar. One icy look was usually enough to keep any of the uninitiated from trying it again.
But down the proverbial hatch it goes, and that can't have felt good. He cants his head a little to one side and watches how Childe reacts, and he does nothing to fight the smirk that pulls across his face.]
If you're going to throw up, kindly step to the other side of the bar.
[Diluc reaches around him to grab a couple of the bottles and set them back in their proper places.]
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Those in Mondstadt might have decided, on occasion, to get drunk enough to rile up the bartender but those attentions were rarely - if ever - directed at Diluc himself. Even Nimrod knew well enough not to play around with the owner of the Dawn Winery when he chose to take a shift behind the bar. One icy look was usually enough to keep any of the uninitiated from trying it again.
But down the proverbial hatch it goes, and that can't have felt good. He cants his head a little to one side and watches how Childe reacts, and he does nothing to fight the smirk that pulls across his face.]
If you're going to throw up, kindly step to the other side of the bar.
[Diluc reaches around him to grab a couple of the bottles and set them back in their proper places.]
I don't want to have to deal with that.