[ sir,
sir, you're making it real hard to want to continue eating. ]

[ he looks to his meal for a half a second and then swiftly reaches for zhongli's face, nearly falling out of his chair to do so, but he seemingly doesn't care. he kisses hims again, edging on desperate, as his other hand grabs for his chair - a way to steady himself. ]

Another time. [ he doesn't care about that right now. all he cares about is zhongli. ] I just need you right now, Zhongli Xiansheng.