[It's almost as if he can see the blush behind the mask, grinning from behind his own. But for now, his mask can be set to the side- he's not hiding himself from the world from behind it, sliding it to the left side of his head to let it rest there as he pours his own glass of cider.]

I get the feeling that you're accusing me of something, [Childe teases, drinking deeply from his cup. The warm cider is soothing on the back of his throat, savoring the taste.]

Being charming has certainly not kept me from the things that I want. Wouldn't you say that's true, Prince Aether?

[His smile is bright, a playful cockiness dancing on the edges of it. Though for however long he had to wait, he knew he'd always had the prince's attention and eye. Childe wears that badge proudly, even more so now that he can call him his lover even in if it's in secret.

He downs the rest of his glass, glancing out to the dance floor- he sure would love to dance with Aether out there.]