[ no, he doesn't understand a lick of snezhnayan. at this point he can't even quite read the traditional or archaic liyue characters, which should truly be a point of shame for one who used to be the god of the country. truly memory wipes are formidable. it's possible childe had taught him a few words and phrases in his mother tongue; it's actually likely that he'd had a rather passing or even decent familiarity with the language, at least enough to forge verbal contracts with foreign tradesmen. how far he's fallen.

the touch at his elbow is... a few hours prior it might prompt distrust and possibly even an attempted draw of a weapon, when he'd been so convinced childe was his enemy. now, it's a little... familiar almost, somehow, a little... ]

I could bring up the fact that you apparently tried to take my Gnosis, even if you failed. Would I be an aggrieved party, would an attempt at theft excuse me for that property damage? [ this being said, his tone isn't as harsh as it was, just one evening prior. he sounds a bit speculative. at this point still, whatever happenings in his past life still sounds a bit... removed from him, as if he's speaking about someone else entirely, he can't quite take it personally.

still, childe does have a point, he did cause quite a bit of damage. nobody can deny this. and zhongli has the sense of... balance, or debt, like wanting to equalize both sides of a contract. ]

I'm afraid I'm light of Mora. As in, I have none. I had the pharmacy bill Wangsheng Tang. I could do another IOU, or... is there any other way I could make it up to you?