[ Venti flops to the end of the bed, his knees buckled together and now more than ever, he regrets not grabbing his glass. It makes him awkward, makes his hands fumble awkwardly in his lap. ]

Do you seriously have a collection of robes? [ For someone with little property, it seems silly – so he has to tease. ] Or do you have one for days when you're feeling –

[ Frisky, was the word, but his mind goes back to how vividly he remembers Zhongli's cock was. Feisty and twitching into his grasp – he swallows his words into a stammer. ]

Regal? Feeling the call of Rex Lapis?

[ Good save. ]