[It's a strange question - not in that Childe asks, but in that the answer is somewhat twisted and secretive. At one time, long ago, he had perhaps been taken care of this way. It was a different land then, though. Moreover, it's a story he cannot, and will not, share.
Still, it shows in little ways. Tiny, nearly microscopic little moments of relaxation happen naturally as Childe's fingers work in slow, gentle actions to wash his hair. Struggling to hide them all takes too much concentration when it's already at a premium. If he's not paying complete attention though, it would be easy to ignore.
Would he blush in another situation? It's difficult to say. As it stands now, he just exhales an irritated noise at the words.]
That you have so little faith in my ability to take care of myself despite your minions is equally infuriating. I am a soldier, I have a job to do. Being taken care of isn't a factor, and I do not want it. Less still do I have any interest in receiving it from someone who has no more concern for a child as an adult, fit to protect oneself. Whatever you want, you may take, and there may be nothing I can do about it. That, I suppose, is the spoil of the victor, no matter how reprehensible.
[... He might really be fixating on the slaughter. It's probably no surprise, though - in some measure, he blames himself for it. If he were faster, if he had realised sooner, if he had more power - they're easy cycles to fall into. Liyue was his city, more than he thinks Childe will ever know.]
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Still, it shows in little ways. Tiny, nearly microscopic little moments of relaxation happen naturally as Childe's fingers work in slow, gentle actions to wash his hair. Struggling to hide them all takes too much concentration when it's already at a premium. If he's not paying complete attention though, it would be easy to ignore.
Would he blush in another situation? It's difficult to say. As it stands now, he just exhales an irritated noise at the words.]
That you have so little faith in my ability to take care of myself despite your minions is equally infuriating. I am a soldier, I have a job to do. Being taken care of isn't a factor, and I do not want it. Less still do I have any interest in receiving it from someone who has no more concern for a child as an adult, fit to protect oneself. Whatever you want, you may take, and there may be nothing I can do about it. That, I suppose, is the spoil of the victor, no matter how reprehensible.
[... He might really be fixating on the slaughter. It's probably no surprise, though - in some measure, he blames himself for it. If he were faster, if he had realised sooner, if he had more power - they're easy cycles to fall into. Liyue was his city, more than he thinks Childe will ever know.]