[Dohalim continues to watch Zhongli, now with a curiosity about him. by now he would expect fear, concern, something in those golden eyes that would beg him not to do it again. but as he peers into those gilded irises, Dohalim can almost swear he sees something else, like… as if Zhongli’s enjoying this. fingers twitch, itching to see what reaction he would get if he were to squeeze his neck again. under his fingers, the Renan can see red marks start to form on pale skin; it sends some sort of excitement through him. a temporary mark on Zhongli’s body… what other marks could he give him?]

Give yourself to me. Give your body to me; I want to use it. Use you.

[it’s not a request, but a demand, as his fingers close around Zhongli’s neck again. through their bond, more of that corruption taints it, seeping into it like water filling small fissures in the ground. he’s still angry, furious at the god for leaving him alone with the corruption running rampant in his mind.

thumbs press down on Zhongli’s neck again, but light enough to let him speak, but only just]

But I do have to wonder… If you want it. You seem to enjoy this– he presses his thumbs down hard for a moment, before lifting them up again] Or am I being presumptuous?