[The blood in his veins instantly catches fire, incensed by the the idea and comment of his man dancing with the prince, especially in the way that it came about. He can only imagine that a threat was made, or something similar had been said. How dare he be so openly brazen about it right in front of him like this, it's bold and stupid as far as he's concerned.

Childe's eyebrow raises at the offer. It sounds enticing, sure. Anyone in any other position might jump on it. He manages to keep his simmering anger in check, listening.

Not an enemy. Sure. Does he think he was born yesterday?]

Oh? It sounds far too good to be true. What's in it for you if this plan of yours succeeds? Nothing in life is free, after all.