[while diluc may be notably deadpan bordering on stoic, he isn't rude (well, most of the time, and luckily, this is one of those times). he accepts the other's company by turning to face him properly as well, huffing a laugh of his own.]

Some would say that death is normally quite permanent, but I get the impression that is quite different here as well.

[he's not sure how to feel about that. it sounds... too good to be true, to be honest? but surely there are drawbacks. otherwise... well, why wasn't his father good enough to be bought here, too?

he swirls his drink in his cup, as if aerating a fine wine.]

Diluc. It is a pleasure to meet you. I assume you've been here for quite some time?