[ though zhongli might have said that he doesn't have the advantage, he believes that he has something and something is a hell of a lot more than nothing. he smirks, sitting back and listening as he lists off his best features. ]

[ ah, yes, he remembers the run around he gave sibyl and her dogs. as annoying as it had been to have his peace disturbed he can't lie about the thrill of it all. ]

[ zhongli hits a nerve though, his reason for wanting out, and his expression drops into something more neutral. yeah, he wants to see his family again, and if he's rotting away in this hell hole, then that's never going to happen. he falls silent for a few moments. ]

Considering me, huh, it sure sounds like you're banking on my acceptance. I bet you know there's nobody better than me in this rat trap. [ he stands up and approaches the glass door. ] So what's the deal, hm, you leash me to help you hunt stray dogs? [ as degrading as that sounds ( and it's because of his own wording, really ) it would give him a taste of freedom. ] Do I get to see them? [ his family, that is. ] Or am I still stuck behind a paper and pen?