[ Venti, at his root, can be selfish. Perhaps hearing Zhongli speak – to expand his inner thoughts – would help encourage his own. He had been so sure that he lost Morax and that fear still settles with him. ]

So you're telling me... you aren't Liyue's most eligible bachelor? I don't know... the way the shopkeeps have looked at you...

[ He deflects a serious declaration with his jest – and he sobers up almost immediately. Why does he always do that..? A hand comes up, clutching his neck, holding onto him softly. ]

We haven't... even done much. Yet, I mean. [ Sly with his words, he's honest. ] Do you want to, ahaha.. ...see where the wind takes us?

[ He's not exactly sure how to word anything, lost in a haze of interest that he feels embarrassed to pursue now after so long. ]