[All this over his name? Zhongli certainly thinks not. Childe isn't hiding his lust, bright in otherwise fathomlessly dark eyes, and that doesn't give him much confidence. His grip remains firm, even as it aches in his muscles to do so.]

I don't believe you would stop even if I gave my name. You have yet to follow through with a single thing you've said, save for bringing me here.

[After he gives his name, then what? All of it is just an excuse for Childe to take what he wants anyway, isn't it? He has something to call him, it doesn't even seem offensive. Zhongli just wants rest, and he's sure he'll get none now. Rest, and then lips on his neck. Stay like this, and then he's pressed into the bed.

What kind of fool would he be to believe a man like this?]