[Honestly, it's probably a good thing Venti misses his friend's expression or else he might've done something impulsive. Like jump him or kiss the dumb lizard himself. He's a surprisingly patient man, but even he has his limits.

He's confused by the flash of light behind his eyelids up until he hears claws on metal. It's the only reason why Venti doesn't startle when there's suddenly a small dragon draping across his shoulders. The bard immediately opens his eyes once Zhongli has settled, turning his head to look at the little dragon. There's his bright smile that reaches his eyes.]

Awww, and you look adorable!

[There's no hesitation as the black-haired man starts to gently scritch at all of the places he remembers that are Zhongli's favorites.]

I forgot just how warm you are in this form! You really are a fashionable scarf. [This has been the absolute highlight of the past couple of months, now. Zhongli doesn't change to his dragon form often even with Venti, so he recognizes the gesture for what it is.] Your leylines are new, but they look beautiful on you no matter what form you take. Like amber in golden sunlight.