[Zhongli would be lying to say there was no curiosity in him, watching Childe beam so. He doesn't really make any logical sense, slipping from cold and unerring, threatening in every way, to this warm, bright expression. It's something he hasn't seen, and it's enough to stump him utterly for a time.

Childe really is lucky he doesn't understand how strong his draw is. Though, in this limited space, how much could he take advantage of it...?

Then again, he's not thinking about that at all. He's thinking about the way Childe is dressing him, hands warm and close. The slip of silk over his skin is enough to make him shiver, and for a moment, he's too distracted to slap hands away from his hips.

He's getting complacent. How... troublesome. There isn't much he can do about it though.]

... don't be coy. We both know where this is going. You have your pet, you may as well start acting like it. Stop treating me like I have any say in the matter.

[It would be easier, he thinks, than this strange back and forth.]