You honor me with your kind words, [bowing his head, somewhat abashed, but measuredly so, Zhongli replies with a nod, and a genuine smile. Sharing stories and perhaps glimpses of their respective families stirs an unexpected warmth in Zhongli's heart. It's a side of his life he rarely discusses, for obvious reasons, and the prospect of allowing someone into that guarded space feels oddly comforting. There is no harm in sharing how one of his youngest prefers dandelion to osmanthus wine, and how they often argue about the production and qualities of both beverages or how one of his sisters has recently come back from a very long meditation retreat. Surely, those details are alright to disclose.] But do let me know if I'm being too forward. I am enjoying your company and would like us to meet again, truly.

I would be interested in hearing about your family, [Zhongli admits, his gaze softening. If anything, because Childe sounds absolutely smitten by them.] Are you not the eldest, then?