[Childe sets his hand on his hip as Aether unlocks the door for him, grinning. He can see how flustered his prince is, and that makes it all the more sweet for him. He surely appreciates those rose-colored cheeks, positive he'd accomplished what he set out to do before dinner. He'll make sure he looks fantastic tonight, just to make matters worse for Aether.

Childe reaches out to brush his palm and fingertips along and then under Aether's jaw as he begins to walk out the door, letting the tip of his middle finger softly flick off of the prince's chin as he passes.]

Oh, you needn't worry about me. I'll be just fine. We're going to have a splendid night tonight prince, I assure you of that.

[He turns his back, waving a hand as he walks away. Ah, he too, can feel the trail of heat down his chest still from when Aether's hand wandered down it. Won't it be a fun night after all.]

Save a seat for me next to you. I won't want to be far. In case of an emergency, you know.

[That emergency being his impulse to run his hand down Aether's leg during the dinner to make him shudder beneath his touch, or other equally as devious things.]

See you soon, prince.