[Aw, he really made him mad, didn't he? Well, to Childe, it was unavoidable at some point. And getting to cause some trouble in that bar was exactly the kind of stress relief he's been seeking ever since the night of the masquerade ball, even if he would have preferred being able to fight the guy proper. Next time, he supposes...

He follows his prince into the trees, appreciating the view and how the light reflects off of a small pond near them as he brushes some of the willow branches aside as they ride inward. Dismounting alongside Aether, he pats his horse once to let it know to rest, trotting up in front of a very annoyed prince.

What.]

Hey, I was only having a bit of fun. He was alright, you should have seen how hard he threw that bottle at me as we rode off into the night!

[Wow this is such an unfair punishment???? He's never going to regret his actions. Plus he's been really stressed out, how is this fair to him at all! Childe wears the most pouty expression, the moonlight illuminating his face as he whines.]

Listen, I'm sorry for embarrassing you a little bit back there. You know, you're only punishing yourself as well by doing this anyway...