[A long sigh is breathed out of his nose, as his hand is pressed to the prince's heart. He knows this is a bad idea, and that he should leave before he presses his luck farther than he already has. But he also can't tell him no, settling himself back up against the headboard, his arms reaching to pull Aether into his side.]

Just make sure you're making a promise you can keep, [he warns. It's not as if Aether doesn't know the possible consequences, but he's just reminding him, this is Childe's life that is in peril.]

I understand you've been starved of my touch for far too long, but I do think I must go. Or are you ordering me to stay?

[That mischievous glint shines in his eyes, wondering what the prince will say to that.]