[Perhaps it's surprise that sees him so easily moved. Plants clatter and roll somewhere near his feet, and Zhongli gives a grunt as he finds himself pinned to the bed. Dohalim is warm over him, voice soft in his ear.]

A mortal life is just as worthy. You-- [His thoughts are put on hold as fingers curl over his throat. That sensation sinks into his bones, sinister and warped.] ... what punishment do you think I deserve, I wonder?

You certainly seem to have an idea in mind... and it is, after all, part of my contract to endure your worst.