[Luke dips his head towards the prince in appreciation of his graciousness, still cursing himself for letting himself get swept away by Childe's boasting. Maybe that's just a byproduct of being around him so much, though Luke does prefer to stay on the straight and narrow- except, of course, for this little affair. At least he has royalty on his side.

He responds with another quick nod to Aether's question. How could he deny the prince?]

Of course! It would seem strange if you didn't, wouldn't it?

[Childe, on the other hand, lets his head fall against a closed fist as he rests an elbow on the table, not all that interested in this conversation. He picks up a fork, waving it in front of him before letting it sink into a piece of chicken, picking it up and eating a piece. He can be patient, as long as he gets his fight.]

Perhaps it would be best if we all shared dances. It will make the whole affair a bit more natural, wouldn't you all say?