her response finally brings zhongli’s gaze to tear away from parchment , a single brow arching upon forehead . golden hues flicker between the end of the spear still sticking out atop her head despite best efforts to conceal and her expression.
he noticed her sly pitter patter , but gaze doesn’t break away from the papers in hand . obviously , she’s up to something . but at the sound of her laugh , head inclined slight , ˝ is there something i can assist you with , director .ᐣ ˝