[It's a terrible feeling to have to part from Aether this way, turning himself to walk back with the prince to the ballroom. Elise and Luke, having sensed that something was wrong, haven't done any dancing of their own, only standing and waiting for the two of them to return. Childe smiles brightly at them, though he's perfectly aware that the other two are suspicious of the man that had made Aether so uncomfortable. He has to put on a facade anyway, because the less they know the better. It's not as if there's anything more that they could do to make the situation worse.]

Sorry for taking so long, [he begins,] that small moment out was nice to clear my head. You two didn't happen to grab the two of us some drinks, did you?

[Luke nods, handing a glass to each of them filled with champagne, to which Childe happily accepts his and downs the entire glass in one gulp with a satisfied sigh after.]

Sir Childe, we were hoping to have a toast to a bright future but...

Then I'll just have to get another glass, [he replies,] this isn't very strong anyhow. The night certainly would be far more interesting if we had some good vodka, wouldn't you say?