[ Childe seems quite satisfied, perhaps because a part of him does understand, at least a little, how Zhongli might appreciate something like this.

With a typical short and airy laugh, he tilts his head to one side as he glances to the ex-archon offering the also typical (fake) smile—the one where it can never be taken for granted to mean anything at any level. (the one he'd wear in equal measure for a person while running them through with a blade, the one that looks so hollow when compared to the rarest of rare moments.) ]

I will. After the week is over, I'll take you to get some more tea when we get back. Then we'll get Kaeya and Rosaria for a dinner night. Sounds way better than being part of the scenery in this place, don't you think?