[ There's a little way Trahearne brightens when Hu Tao asks; it's obvious, even from the weird angle, as he faces partially away from her to reorganize the stack of books. ]

I can't speak for Zhongli, but I can speak for myself. [ Trahearne, always humble and blind to his own accomplishments, occasionally finds himself in awe that someone as magnificent as Zhongli has agreed to a relationship with him, of all people, in the first place.

He doesn't notice the little smile playing on his own lips. ] There is a draw to him I find very hard to resist. He carries himself with a quiet majesty—like the solemn peaks of a mountain, I suppose. [ —Hmm. Anyway. ] Yet he is rich in his knowledge of all things and the world, and I find there's little I like more than listening to what he has to say. There's a kindness in his eyes when he speaks, and an elegance to his words and voice...

[ Suddenly, he chuckles, more out of sheepishness than anything else. ]

Though I'm still getting to know him. I'm certain I'll have a longer list the next time you ask.