Haha, [he laughs softly as his eyes flash,] I'll make sure you don't regret your decision, Aether.

[Shifting, Childe takes advantage of his height, sitting up on his knees but still having enough room to lean forward to capture Aether in a deep, intoxicating kiss. His hands move down to the prince's belt, feeling how the fabric had raised beneath his ministrations, releasing it and breaking his kis to begin kissing down Aether's chest downwards, not stopping until he reaches his destination.

Childe aims to keep his promise, and delights in all the wonderful noises he procures from the prince, drinking in how he responds to him, ensuring that there will never be anyone or anything that could make him feel this way.

The knight finds himself lying on his back once more, having finished with the night's activities, at least he thought so. It's growing late, and he's viscerally aware of this- and if he's caught here, that won't look good. He kisses the side of Aether's head, sighing with content, but yet seeming a little sad at the same time.]

I hope all your wishes were fulfilled tonight. I know I couldn't of asked for better myself.

[He sits up, looking at the door, wishing it didn't exist.]