[Hm, this gazebo is dirty, they have to leave actually... Or: Reim is the only person to ever live who doesn't delight in stepping on leaves, and he delicately steps over a pile of them to join Kaeya.

Not without giving him a Look; of course there's a Look. But it's in good spirits! He's having a good evening, even if Kaeya is determined to Try It.]

Is that what you consider romantic?

[Idly, and not that Reim should be trusted when it comes to what counts as romantic, given his whole life is written down in his little notebook, but secret dirty gazebos aren't that sexy, Kaeya. There will be no secret trysts out here in this well-lit park, so instead:]

I once put a sleeping draught in my duke's afternoon tea so that I could have a few hours away from his endless onslaught of orders.

[Which he says very gravely, while looking straight ahead out into the trees, like this truly is the most criminal act a person could ever do. Behold him, Reim: criminal at large.

But when he looks down at Kaeya again, he drops the Serious Tone.]

There— a secret for you alone.