[From behind the prince, the knight wears a smug, fox-like smile that he shoots at the man he's upset. He doesn't regret this at all, and in fact, he's hoping that he'll try something stupid so he has even more reason to pummel the living hell out of him. And what better way to achieve this than to provoke the man some more.]

Oh yes, surely it was an accident. Your leg just happened to be in the way of our dance...I never meant to send you flying off in a different direction for hogging the dance floor like you were.

[Childe's fangs are practically showing, looking relaxed and completely in control. But he's poised for a fight, ready to step in the minute a fist flies or even if he tries to touch Aether, which thankfully for Childe is what the man tries next.

The second he tries to sweep Aether to the side with his other arm, Childe is reaching out to grip his wrist, twisting it in a way that gets him to let go of the knight's shoulder. He walks with the man, the pressure and angle of how he twists him making him follow for fear or breaking it, Childe laughing all the while.]

Oh ho, what was that? You should know better than to lay a hand on him. I'm his knight, after all. It's my duty to see him return home safely.

[And with one swift movement, the knight grabs him by the arm, throwing him with ease into another table, dusting his hands.]

Now stay over there and don't bother us, hahaha...