“This’ll look good on you, I bet.” He says, handing multiple pieces of clothing. “Come on, try it. Give me a little show.” He grins.

You and Childe are on your weekly shopping spree, one of the few times the both of you are away from work as members of the Fatui.

As you were about to protest about the price, he cuts you off. “Don’t worry about the money, I’ll handle it.” He flashes a smile, dangling a pouch full of mora in the air.

Dang this rich guy.