[ Once the water has risen to an acceptable level only then does Childe turn the tap off and let his hand soak in to test the temperature. It's comfortably warm, enough to get a hum of satisfaction out of the Snezhnayan, and he immediately gets to his feet and glances over at the brunet as he continues speaking.

Even like this, with the Liyuen about a step away from scolding him silly, Childe can't help but be entranced by the fierceness of his eyes, the set of his jaw, the rigidness of his posture. Despite being completely naked and vulnerable, bared for Childe's viewing pleasure, it still feels as though the foreigner has complete control of the situation.

It's out of place for a simple Millelith guard, he thinks. Lesser men would have already been on their knees begging to service him, but he expects he'll get no such treatment here.

And Childe, madman that he is, is perfectly okay with this. ]

I can't have you going and offing yourself in the bath while my back is turned. You don't have any parts that I'm unfamiliar with, you know. [ His gaze drops, shamelessly ogling Zhongli's front before craning his head to look at the backside. ]

Of course... the longer you wait, the more likely it is that the bathwater will get cold. It's only a bath, Zolotse. I won't have my wicked way with you just yet.