He was in his Foul Legacy form, busy warming up for the weekly spar — something that you guys do out of boredom.

But like always : your eyes set firm on his midsection. What slim waist the Fatui has, no?

You then went behind the male, gently placing your hands on his waist to feel the very supple flesh.

“..This again?”

Childe’s tone was rough and deep due to his form, looking at you before sighing in exasperation when he learned that you weren’t focused for the spar.

You were focused on something else.