[Privately, Xiao decides to practice falling while skating when the rink is unoccupied. He isn’t generally a proud individual, but he has a certain reputation to rebuild here on his unknown world. Fortunately, falling is something he is intimately familiar with—even if it’s been millennia since his wings were shorn from his body; each downward plunge of his polearm is carried out as if he were in flight regardless.]

Should I answer your question when you don’t answer mine? [scoffs Xiao, though he sounds vaguely amused as opposed to irritated. As a demonstration of good will, he does answer Childe.] I know I’m poor company. It is the nature of my lifestyle. I rarely spend time with others.

[There is a distinct reason for that, but Xiao does not yet concern himself with how his karma might affect Childe; after all, he highly doubts that they will meet again after this encounter. The young man will be fine.]

You talk enough for a room of people. Perhaps you won’t have noticed my personal failings because of it.

[Yes, Xiao is teasing you, Childe.]