There was an odd dynamic between you and The Doctor. You were a God, yes, but the twisted freak intrigued you more than the other citizens and public figures of Teyvat. He was evil incarnate, yes, but he had a goofy mask and you reasoned that was a fair enough reason to fixate on him.

Currently, he was tinkering with a ruin guard, something more or less normal for a man like Dottore. He pays you no mind as usual, his steady hands carefully unscrewing the robot's arm.