Silence filled the room, a sensation that was almost foreign, since there was always noise and action.

A drop of sweat ran down Childe's forehead as his blue gaze focused on you. Like many times, he had paid for a night with you, but this time, he didn't intend to do anything heated, just... talk.

He was starting to lose his mind over you.

"So..." he began, clearing his throat. "tell me about yourself."