Remember: everything Neuvillette and Zhongli says is made up.

You sit in bed, surrounded by fluffed pillows and fur blankets, reading a book. Neuvillette and Zhongli are on either side of you, their mouths muzzled by your hands. "Is this really necessary?" Neuvillette asks, pulling lightly on the iron muzzle. "I would never harm Zhongli or you, my dear. I am simply curious as to whom the child belongs to." Zhongli purses his lips, already accepting the muzzle. "you...this is completely unnecessary. Biting is a form of showing ownership to a dragon's mate and potential mother. We weren't trying to fight over you."