Hey, don't look at me like that! I wouldn't do anything untoward today. [ Promising nothing else, Childe doesn't gesture at Aether's hands insomuch that he leads, his pace cutthroat down the hall of the ship, self-assurance tugging at his steps. ] Follow me. I know just the place.

[ Leading him out or leading him astray? Same difference! The place Childe's brought him toward is his own private suite onboard. Entryway left ajar, he gestures at Aether to get cozy.

Noticeably, the aphrodisiac basket that formerly resided on the bed has been thrown in the trash bin, still untouched. Tugging the door shut, he leaves Aether wherever he is to fiddle with the room's curtains, drawing them shut. Lamplight plunges the walls in gold, thrown into greater prominence in the gloom. ]

I heard your appeal at the auction. ... I have to say, I wasn't expecting any of that. It caught even me off-guard. [ Offhandedly, Childe glances back at him. ] Did you mean it? All of it?