[Zhongli listens intently, deciding to avert his gaze, subtly avoiding the unrobing of his roommate, but unable to stop himself from tracing the unique attributes of Neuvillette's appearance, noting the delicate scales that glimmer under the flicker of the cabin’s light. He looks up when Neuvillette speaks, a moment of silent acknowledgment, a mutual recognition of their non-human nature that seems to bridge any gap of unfamiliarity between them.]

Indeed, I am not, [Zhongli admits, his voice low and imbued with a serene calm that seems almost out of place in the otherwise howling wilderness outside.] I am one of the Adepti you've heard of, entrusted long ago with the protection of Liyue.

[His eyes, warm and contemplative, shift to Neuvillette’s scales, reflecting a scholar's curiosity and the poise of a gentleman not wishing to impose.] Your scales are quite remarkable, reminiscent of the azure depths of the ocean itself. [He pauses, choosing his words with care, his demeanor respectful and genuinely intrigued.] May I inquire if they bestow any particular abilities upon you, or are they a mark of your heritage?

[Zhongli's mind wanders briefly to the Archon of Mondstadt, Venti, wondering if his playful nature had a deeper intent in arranging their lodging together in this secluded, rickety cabin. It would be just like Venti to orchestrate such a meeting, not only to shelter from the storm but to blend two ancient beings from different lands, perhaps to see what wisdom or friendship might spark from their confluence.]

Of course, only if you are comfortable sharing. I would be honored to learn more about it and how it has shaped you, but do not wish to impose.