[ There's a pause, and her smile grows, a hint of a smirk in it— although there's nothing unkind about it, still just tinged with that playfulness that seems to be growing as they lie here like this. Maybe they can't get too physical, but— flirting's okay, right?

(Who even is she right now, a small part of her brain wonders. Flirting is not something Eula does, even if she knows she's capable of it. And yet here she is. Apparently this evening is revealing a lot of things about her... to her.) ]

How exactly do you plan to greet me personally, then? [ It's all she can do to bite off the "Master Diluc" that wants to slip out at the end of it, which is mortifying. But she manages, for now. ] I'm interested to hear how the master [ whoops ] of the Dawn Winery treats his guests.

[ One hand trails down from the side of his face, moving to brush gently over the place she was kissing on his neck.

She wants him to calm down and relax, of course, she doesn't want to push him over that line tonight... but is it a terrible sin to want to keep him just a little heated? ]