I would simply prefer that to these feeble attempts at manipulating some measure of guilt, as though I didn't give everything for my country.

[His voice is notably strained when he responds, and there's no real surprise there. Not with Childe teasing his cock just so, eking out small reactions despite everything.]

... is that how you want it? [A ragged edge slips into his tone as fingers curl and squeeze, and he finally reaches out to grip the harbinger's wrist and try to pull it away from his groin.] So much for your sweet words wondering who I really am. Worry not, harbinger. I will fight you until I've nothing left, and still then.

[His gaze is sharp and angry when he speaks, weight shifting with the intent to stand and perhaps put even a little space between them. It won't do him much good, but still.]