[ he’s certainly allowed, but that doesn’t mean the touch won’t have Childe startling in surprise, immediately shoving his hand forward to grab at whatever Rex is wearing - a suit??? - and haul him forward a bit. It’s reflex more than anything and by the time he’s realized he’s done it the gun has shifted a little in his hold. ]

… you talk as though you have any kind of choice in the matter. The only reason why I haven’t killed you yet is I can’t stand the people who work in the shadows. I’d rather let you try fighting me over shooting you in the back.

[ Which was a terrible mindset for an assassin to have but here they were. ]

You’re pretty confident in your own abilities that you’ll give me more than a good fight. I suppose it’s to be expected.

I’ll humor you. What would the great Rex Lapis want that he can’t simply buy or force? I’m curious.