[ At Zhongli's insistence Childe relents, sitting there quite content to let himself be undressed like a spoiled child. There's no wounds on him to speak of which is just a testament to his skill in battle, or perhaps the matter of him transforming before he could sustain any lasting damage.

There is, however, a bit of bruising all along his body in various places, faint yellow blemishes darkening to red and blue along his skin.

While Zhongli works, Childe sits there quite placidly, his deep blue eyes watching the motion of hands peeling his wet clothes off of him. Knowing he'd have to inevitably get up to get the pants off he sits for a little while longer in the warm water, letting the heat soak into his bones before slowly getting to a stand and peeling his trousers off himself. This joins the rest of the wet clothes piling somewhere in the corner, leaving Childe free to hoist himself up onto the rim of the inlaid tub in all his naked glory.

Unsurprisingly, he's already hard. ]

Maybe I just missed you that much. [ He's teasing, but even so there's a certain edge of seriousness to the words. Perhaps he means it more than on the surface level. ]

Since you're so insistent on making me rest... does that mean you're going to start being nicer to me? I like that fiery spirit of yours, you know.