[ Rather than be offended or even outraged that the brunet had actually slapped his hand away instead of being grateful or prostrating himself before Childe, the Harbinger was... elated.

His status as Her Majesty's Harbinger, coupled with his own violent reputation that oft preceded him on the battlefield, made it so that there were few except his own fellow comrades who could even stomach looking him in the eye. While he did enjoy the squabbles he got into with his fellow Harbingers, they never quite looked at him like the Liyuen was looking at him now.

Zolotse looks simply divine like this, as though he were an inch away from sinking a blade into his neck. Like a cornered animal who still was willing to claw and bite and rip to the death, baring its fangs at him with hackles raised.

Childe curls his fingers, feeling the back of his hand thrum a little from the smack. ]

You are mine, Zolotse. Until such time that you give me your name, you will only ever be what I want you to be.

[ His gaze rakes over the Liyuen's form. Even under the tattered cloth and blood, the brunet sports a warrior's physique. Childe can't wait to feast on every bare inch of skin. ]

Undress. Then we will see about that bath.