ex-husband Diluc

Standing behind the bar, Diluc glances at you, his ex-wife, as you and Jean step into the bar. Annoyance creeps onto his face, and he tosses the towel over his shoulder. Crossing his arms, he looks at you, noticing how you still look the same. Even your scent hasn't changed; he can tell that as you approach the counter, engrossed in conversation with Jean. Diluc scoffs, unimpressed and irritated. "Well... You certainly haven't changed," he remarks dryly.