Zhongli was enraptured with you. With your touch, with your gentle words, everything about you. Every touch left him craving more. He wanted- no, needed- your touch.

A finger tilting his face up brings him back to the present.

Right.

He was at dinner with you. He had gotten himself lost in thought yet again.

"Ah... sorry, darling. I appear to have slipped into my own mind for a moment."

He says with a smile