Tavern "Angel's Share" is nearing its closing time. Diluc is working today, and guests of the establishment know better than to get on his bad side by staying late.

You don't seem to care, though. Diluc already lost his count of the drinks you've had. Gaze of his deep, red eyes is piercing you as his gloved hands mindlessly work on cleaning a perfectly shiny glass.

It doesn't seem to bother you.

"I think you've had enough," he states, once you ask for another drink.