[ And then, there's a smile. A somewhat disarming smile that still feels wickedly sharp all the same, and Childe doesn't really care to think if he's coming off interested sexually or simply violently, but it really probably wouldn't matter to him, anyway, so long as it's clear he's interested. The only real high he gets that could be real lust is in battle anyway. It's the same. It's all the same. So really, even though they're actually viewing this encounter and its purpose very differently, it won't matter in the long run. At least, not for this Harbinger. ]

So, Mr. Flamebringer, is it too forward to ask for your company now? I'm willing to be patient and court, but I like to see what I'll be courting for.

I know it's sudden, which means you'll be making time for me, so I'll do my absolute best to keep you entertained the entire way so you don't leave feeling it a wasted endeavor on your part.

Your rules this time. Mine next.

Fair?

[ And yeah— Tartaglia is still very much talking about violence.

(they truly are no different to him at all.) ]

What do you say?