[So annoying. He stands up, having heard enough of this talk for the night, and walks right up to her to grab a hold of her hand. Tugging her up out of her seat, he pulls her into him, wrapping his arm around her waist as he presses close to her. Childe's face cranes downwards, a mischievous smile on his lips.

He's still irritated, don't get him wrong.]

Oh? I think your list is wrong, comrade.

[Letting go of her hand now, he trails a finger along her jawline.]

I seem to remember the famed traveler of Teyvat in my bed not so long ago. I can remember exactly how she sighed with content beneath me...