[And Kaeya gets away with it, Diluc closing his eyes to huff when Kaeya dismissively waves his hand through the air. He's already fed up, but regardless, he still has something to gain here. A reason to stay.

Diluc sips his juice.]

Is that what you've been anticipating? So sorry to disappoint you, but I don't feel like dirtying my boot on your face. Propriety has nothing to do with it.

[Just give him a minute, Kaeya. Diluc's alcohol tolerance is nothing.]