[ Venti has absolutely lost in the artform called subtlety. This form allotted him far too much of a freedom to come and go – words do the same past the pout of his lips.

The jab to his nap only upturns his nose. ]

Good. They can carry on well when not under a watchful eye!

[ Venti was a knife slicing the conversation. From funeral consultant and bard to two archons left to their own devices... he so abruptly bridges the gap between them. ]

Mmm, I suppose it was. Even when I ask about current affairs, Liyue calls back to you. [ He gets it. Kind of. ] What kind of role do you really have if you're keeping those fingers out of the honeypot? I know you're probably dying – ehe – to say something to your people!

[ There's little pity about the route he took, only because he's mad he didn't get the memo immediately. :/ ]

It's good thing that Morax's guidance still lives on then, huh?