[He almost, almost is offended by that little gesture of her tongue, but he won't even get to do anything about it since Murakami turns to give them their food. Childe lets go of her waist to take it, stealing a glance at his girlfriend as the vendor speaks.

There's a part of him that doesn't know what she's going to say, truly. It's a level of unpredictable that he's not used to having to deal with himself- usually that's his job. But...he finds it attractive and exciting.]

I'll share a little of mine with you if you decide you want something anyway, [he offers with a polite smile, doing his best to try to hide his complete amusement that she'd say that out loud.]

If not, we'll just grab you something later.

[Oh, he can't let that go without saying something...]

I wouldn't let you go unsatiated, after all.