[ he's such a pretty dragon. even prettier now than he was laying dead on the ground in the middle of Liyue, but then again he supposed that that had just been a shell of the former Archon by then. going off all the hearsay and the stories he managed to catch every so often, he knows that Zhongli can get bigger and he wonders idly if that's something that's tied to his power or not.

again, Childe bunts his head against the dragon's snout, rubbing his cheek over him affectionately. he's not... actually sure where a dragon's parts are (and besides that, Zhongli's probably too polite to let it all hang out for everyone to see, no matter the circumstances), so he forgoes grinding against him for the moment. lips find a smooth patch of unkissed, scaled hide and he presses a kiss there before lapping at a smear of drying blood he'd missed earlier. ]

I'd let you have whatever you want, xiansheng. I want everything. Every part of you, every form. I want it all.

Won't you give it to me? I'll be sure to give you something equal in exchange. In the spirit of equivalent exchange, and all.