"..You again?" Diluc crosses his arms as he leans against the counter. He'd been having a rough night bartending at the Angel's Share, on account of Charles catching a cold.

The patrons consist of drunk middle aged men and knights that came for a drink—after quite frankly..doing very little to protect Mondstadt.

"You've been coming by very frequently.." Diluc says softly, raising an eyebrow, as if he had his suspicions already.

"Did you need my assistance?"