[Zhongli would suggest they enter into a contract to formalize their agreement, but he knows Venti would laugh in his face if he did. Just getting him to agree verbally is good enough for the old God of Contracts.]

[People are most definitely staring, much to Zhongli's chagrin. He allows Venti to dangle on his back until the cafe comes up into view. When it does, Zhongli comes to a stop, glancing over his shoulder.]

I am looking forward to it. But first, I think we are close enough that you can use your own two legs. I don't think the cafe staff would appreciate our current stance.