[Dohalim's breath hitches at the feeling of gentle fingers brushing against his skin; for some reason, it feels different when it's coming from Zhongli. for the god of the Earth, his hands are surprisingly soft, yet strong like his element. there's an almost resonance he can feel, under those fingertips, and along the path drawn along his body. he lets out a shiver in turn, eyes dipping half closed as he lets himself feel]

Hm... Maybe so, but are you really going to make me wait in anticipation? Do not think I don't know what you are doing.

[not that he minds, of course. he can be patient]