[Zhongli entered the Black Order the same way, intending to live out the next thousand years unfeeling and uncaring, and now he's attending birthday parties.]

I thought you might. You are a man of great taste, after all.

[He watches where that knife goes and smiles a little.]

Allow me to mix you something for this auspicious day, then.

[He goes over to the mahogany cabinet and takes out two rocks glasses. It takes him a minute to track down the non-alcoholic ingredients, but once he's found what he needs from the kitchen and splashed bourbon over the top, Zhongli offers Vittore a glass. Even the orange garnish has been sliced with attention to detail... in a diamond shape, no less.]

Here you are. Hopefully I haven't lost my touch.