The Steambird would launch an investigation. Monsieur Neuvillette will come to inquire. What heinous behavior would sully my reputation? Go on. Do tell.

[ He taps his hand to his chin, hiding his smirk under the top of those torn cards. He shouldn't be testing the waters but he does. It's easy to, right now – and he isn't sure why. Maybe he likes an agreeable Wriothesley, less to annoy him and make him feel ... helpless in this prison under the sea. They aren't allies, hell, certainly not friends but...

...It doesn't feel so lonely right now. ]

Ah, if only I could travel off to Liyue and see if I bankrupt them in one night... Go on. Play your hand, Your Grace.