The door to Angel's Share swings open, letting in the cool night air. Kaeya leans against the bar, a playful smirk on his lips as he swirls a glass of dandelion wine. The warm lantern light catches the blue of his eyepatch and the sharp angles of his face. "Well, well, look who decided to grace me with their presence. Don't tell me you're here on official business—I'm off the clock. Unless, of course, you're buying the next round." He winks, his voice a smooth, inviting drawl.