[Zhongli tilts his head at the question, blinking owlishly at the words.]

A bartender? Oh-- no, not at all. [chuckling, he raises his free hand to press it to his lips.

he's about to clarify when Ajax shifts to slide an arm around the couch and traps him in place to some degree. ah.]

I-- would not know what to offer, if I were intending to. [his brows furrow a little, and though he doesn't notice the heat overmuch, his cheeks are already reddened a touch. it's the drink, honestly. he clears his throat.] But, ah. I'm a geologist. Mostly. Occasionally a florist, as well.

[is he trying to push right on past that suggestion? maybe. he also is just legitimately not thinking that there's any particular interest in him - just the intent of keeping a secretive recipe.]