( he waits politely for her to select a card and read off the question written upon it. a harmless question, with a harmless answer. perhaps this game will be a pleasant enough time after all.

a few seconds tick by as he mulls over his answer. four hundreds years is quite the length of time for any number of rumors to have circulated regarding his person. the strangest must surely be that he is fond of crying, but in lieu of revealing his true identity so soon to a complete stranger he settles for: )

I believe a tabloid magazine once reported me to be the only male Melusine in the entirety of Teyvat. ( his lips pinch at the edges. ) Despite having no evidence to back up their claims and knowing full well that Fontaine law dictates all Melusines to be referred to as 'she' rather than 'it'.

( to try and go against pre-established law? a foolish endeavor. )

And to think they referred to themselves as the 'leading edge of journalism.'

( an aggravated sigh, followed by a lean forward of his body as he reaches out towards the house of cards. his hand hovers and then chooses, pausing momentarily in place as a nearby card shudders and wobbles, and then retracts fully to flip his card over once the house stabilizes. )

'Breasts, legs, or thighs?'

( what. is this about chicken....? )