No, not really. [ But, he leaves it at that. The tension in the room dissipates when Zhongli suggests breakfast. Fine, fine. He yields. Before Venti could go outside – he lingers outside Zhongli's spare room just for a moment, glancing back at the bed...

The red flushes his cheek in a familiar sensation and he's rushing out to get back to that wine – ]

Do you want any of it? This is quite a wonderful meal, but – I'm not opposed to sharing if you haven't eaten.

[ He's too busy DRANKING. ]