Maybe a little. That's certainly not the worst thing I've been called. [ Another hum. Zhongli paints an exceptionally pretty picture between his legs, and he makes a mental note to see if he can't import some Liyuen make-up from the h-- ah. Well, that's not an option.

It's telling that the regret he feels is heavier than it should be for someone who'd willingly burned Liyue to the ground. But Zhongli couldn't know that. ]

Used... even though you're the one getting pleasure? I don't think that's the right term for it.

[ That doesn't make his dick any less hard, though, a fact Zhongli will probably note when he looks down at it. His legs spread just a little, inviting Zhongli to come closer, balance himself between the Harbingers thighs in his endeavor to service him. ]

... is that you saying you don't want me to fuck your face? Is it your first time doing this for someone?