What do you mean you don't have anything?!

[ Venti groans out, flopping away from Zhongli in a truly pouty fashion. ]

I imagined you had made the most of your retirement already. Lavish outings, lovers on each arm, tales that would warm anyone's heart – [ He realizes what he says could be a horribly guilt-stricken thing and instead, he rolls to face him. Two former archons, side by side... what's more mortal than that? ] You know there's only one way to fix this, right?