[If there's anything Childe is, it's perceptive. He catches how the king says lovebirds, as if he's throwing that word around like it means nothing. Outwardly, the knight maintains his concerned expression about going to war, but inwardly, he screams. It's very possible that the king has come to suspect their secret relationship, but ever confident, he will find a way around this.

The question posed to him only confirms the suspicion he'd formed in that second. But thankfully, with an ego as large as his and the wit to get him through tough situations like this, he answers as thus:]

I do have an objection, Your Majesty.

[He folds his arms over his chest, the look on his face cocky. The silence is palpable, with no one knowing how the knight will answer the question now that he's raised an objection. Childe lets that statement of his hang in the air for a moment, before continuing, knowing that everyone is holding their breath.]

My only objection is that our enemies won't get to taste the end of my blade. But, I have no issues with peace either as long as I'm given plenty of other ways to do battle. I have to keep my blade sharp, or else someone will take advantage of that and slay me on the battlefield.

[And that's the end of that, letting his arms unfold to take a bite of the carp that they'd caught earlier. He immediately regrets it, it tastes awful.]