[He gets to work, taking Aether's hair in his hands and braiding it, enjoying the feel of how smooth and silky it feels between his fingers. It's easy for him to handle, having done this for his sister time and time again. Childe is gentle as he braids, careful to make sure that the hair is tight enough to stay and yet loose enough not to give him a headache later, humming to himself as he works.]

Haha, I'll make sure one of us doesn't drink too much then, my prince, [Childe replies thoughtfully. He knows even when he's shit faced drunk, he still has a level of responsibility to him- but only when it comes to making sure the prince is safe.]

But it wouldn't hurt for us to have a little, to relax our nerves a bit, wouldn't you say? The particular tavern I'm thinking of has a drink that would suit your tastes quite well, and mine too.

[He finishes braiding Aether's hair, tying it neatly on the end and admiring his work for a moment.]