[ Sold on reassurances and brimming over with these bad habits (carelessness, a bottomless appetite for all that rebukes him), Childe stops waiting for the next move in order to make his own. ]

Supposing you're willing to go the distance with me, I'll bring two.

[ And he can wait it out with Childe over the water, as long as his patience can sustain itself. Surprise, surprise. Already, he's thinking of ways to unravel Zhongli, if the possibility of breaking that strait-laced composure even exists. Only one way to find out. But for today, he's done. Hailing the bartender over for the bill, Childe slides off the stool, relinquishing his obligation to this shared debt. ]

See you then. [ Hand flung out in a wave, he turns on his heel to leave, smile so guileless for once. ] Good luck paying the price, Mr. Zhongli.

[ The cost might just prove itself too exorbitant to bear. ]