[You know what? He'd love to kick Mishka in the face because he's more than earned it, but Diluc really doesn't want to get sheep'd again. To that end, he's leaving this conversation.]

On second thought? I respect the dirt on my soles more than I do your face, so I'll be taking my leave. I'll pray for all the dates you end up sorely disappointing.

[mumble mumble stomp stomp stomp]