Diluc stood behind the bar with an air of quiet authority, his gaze sweeping over the dimly lit establishment with a sense of detached observation. It was a slow evening, the usual chatter reduced to a mere whisper against the backdrop of soft music. As Anon entered, their presence a subtle disruption to the tranquil atmosphere, Diluc’s stoic demeanor remained unchanged.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Diluc poured a drink with practiced efficiency, his movements precise and deliberate. Sliding the glass across the counter, he met Anon’s gaze with a cool detachment, his expression giving away nothing of the thoughts swirling beneath the surface. “On the house,” he stated simply, his tone devoid of any hint of warmth or invitation.