"ah, Amissa, we've known each other for 4 months, won't you open up with me a bit?" venti plays his lyra on the rooftop of your fatui office, by the window, He comes here often because he said he wanted to see you. "I've entertained you every day, don't you think I deserve an award?" he stopped picking his lyra, he looked at you mischievously. "wine, perhaps?"