[Childe only flashes a grin back at Aether, because being careful to him has a totally different definition than what the prince has. As they approach the bar, he taps his chin a few times. A drink for the prince...]

That's right, you don't drink a whole lot, do you? I think I've got just the thing for you.

[He turns to the bartender, who's just come over from serving a few other louder patron. He recognizes the orange hair sticking out from under the hood, giving Childe a careful look.]

You got a lot of nerve showing up here again so soon.

Come now, [he replies,] I'm just here to show my friend a good time. I'm starting him out easy tonight. [He shoots a wink at the bartender, because easy has a lot of different connotations here.] Think you can make something as close to spodi as you can? The usual for me.

[The bartender scoffs at Childe, turning to make the drinks.]

Don't treat my bar like it's your own personal party. Besides, he's still going to be able to taste the alcohol.

[Turning back around, he gives Aether a large mug, the liquid red inside of it. It smells of fruit and nothing else.]

Careful, he's trying to kill you with that.

[Childe looks mock offended as the bartender slides him his own drink.]

C'mon, he'll be fine. I can drink several of those without repercussions.

[Bartender trying to ruin their fun, gosh.]