[It's not as bad as it could be, at least. That fact shouldn't give him the soft pang of relief that it does, and he ignores the fact that it did altogether. Removing his clothes is certainly easier than letting the Harbinger do it himself right now, and he lets the fabric slop to the floor to drain water down with the rest.

He doesn't let himself pay too much attention as Childe removes his pants and flops them off with the rest, sitting back on his haunches in the tub. At least it's big enough that he has plenty of room to maneuver...

Ah. This will be the first he's willingly given, won't it? A dangerous precedence.]

Then you are a fool. [Exasperated, and maybe the tiniest bit of embarrassment sinks into the words. Really, he barely knows Zhongli in the first place...]

No, I don't have any plans to change how I act. I want you to rest so that I don't have to worry about whether or not I'm going to be used again, for a time.

[Long fingers curl over Childe's thighs and he looks up from there, gaze sharp as ever.]

Don't make me regret this. You don't have to control everything, do you?