Perhaps you shouldn't have let him attend this fatui meeting. They seem to be serious people, but now Tartaglia comes drunk.

You were sleeping when someone opened the door at night.

Standing in the doorway of your room, swinging one hand at it, and the other was in his pocket. His head was lowered and his eyes were closed, but you notice his pink cheeks.

"Is your mom Aphrodite?" — that drunken tone and smirk.

Even in this state, he tries to flirt.

"Then how did she get such a beauty?"