[The mood has changed. He rests his hands on the bar and regards Childe again. Sharper than others would think. He finds himself enjoying the dance. It has been a long time since words were entertaining.] He delights in it. We are old friends.

I send him people wary to his games and he gets entertainment. A being of his age doesn’t like to be idle.

Or bored. [His eyes warm a bit of a hint of fondness then sharpen again. He watches Childe like one swordsman studying another across the battlefield.] He’s fond of games. Doubtless he will tell you things about me.

[Diluc Ragnvindr. Who simply goes by Ragnvindr. And is exactly where he needs to be but only at night.] Things other than what you’ve seen.