[Childe looks back to Aether, disappointment in his eyes that he's being told to behave, but quickly gives in. With a sigh, he lets it go, and Luke looks to Aether apologetically. He knows better than to feed into Childe's competitive nature, but sometimes one can't help themselves.]

My apologies, prince. We didn't mean to interrupt dinner in such a fashion.

Please accept my apology as well. I'll make sure to choose a different part of the gardens for our duel.

[It would look cool, two people locked in the heat of battle with beautiful scenery all around them. It's just too bad that they can't go all out during the fight. The flowers would have made a choice object for blood to be spilled upon. But Childe knows that Aether probably won't approve of that either, so he quickly adds:]

Kidding, kidding. There are plenty of grounds here at the castle for such a use. There's no stands here for people to watch either, so it's not exactly ideal.