[ the kiss is certainly unexpected (if it could even be called that) and were he not a very finely trained assassin, his body honed like an instrument of war he imagined that would have been enough for him to pull the trigger. But he is, and so when Rex speaks his next words Childe only laughs instead.

He has to turn his head a little to speak , which is made difficult by the hand on his chin but he manages an inch or two. ]

You greatly underestimate a Snezhnayan’s loyalty if you think it can be swayed so easily.

[ The grip he has on the man goes from pulling to pushing, trying to make room between them. Even in the darkness he can see how utterly white and pristine Rex’s suit is and it makes him want to dirty it up. ]

Maybe it’s for that reason the Tsaritsa tasked me with this mission. To show you what true loyalty looks like.

[ His weapon shifts, the barrel pressing just under Rex’s chin. ]

Come on. You can at least do me the favor of looking a little more nervous.