[Zhongli senses a subtle hesitation as Ajax leans into his touch, a fleeting moment of vulnerability that stirs something within the usually composed consultant. The disarrayed copper strands yield to Zhongli's touch, a sculptor's gentle caress whispering in the quiet of the night. There's a dance of emotions in Ajax's eyes – a flicker of nerves, a hint of uncertainty, and Zhongli can't help but wonder about the layers of the enigmatic young man before him.

The offer of a cab is met with internal conflict. As Ajax makes to hurry Zhongli away, a pang of disappointment makes itself known—a surprise, in such a brief, fleeting encounter, like a story yet to unfold and he has no opportunity to explore it. He wonders if Ajax can feel the heavy, mysterious presence congregating in the nearby building. Perhaps that's why, as solemn as the night and event are, the redhead is so attuned to the dangers lingering in the air after they pass.] It's been quite a while but, Ajax, shouldn't you be concerned about yourself as well, then?

[For a foreigner like Ajax, the labyrinthine alleys are an intricate puzzle. Perhaps that's why he looks so frazzled. He sighs, drops his hand onto his shoulder.] I do appreciate your worry. It's just a shame we have to end our encounter like this.