[ Holding hands with Zhongli like this is nice. The dessert that Zhongli ordered that Childe would not be able to pronounce no matter how hard he tried was nice. Being able to grin at the waiter with wide eyes that practically say "Look at how utterly hot and refined my date is" is nice.

What is less than nice is that Childe is beaten to the bill without even knowing that a battle was being waged. And as sweet as the gesture is, his pride will not stand for it! ]

Xiansheng—

[ His voice is a bit of a petulant whine even as he keeps one hand carefully tucked away in the older man's elbow, letting the both of them wander to the famed night market of Liyue, tucked away at the docks of the Harbor that was said to be the founding part of the city. Liyue, being a central hub of commerce, never slept. And such a phrase was doubly true for the night market.

(Anything and everything could be bought there after all. For the right price and the right client.) ]

It was nice. Really nice. I enjoyed it a lot. But—

C'mon, you have to let me get you something in return. Ah, you even got dessert. I'm much too well-off to be a sugar baby! And I want to spoil you, too.