Tell me what it means to you then. [ he folds his arms. ]

[ what does he want? childe can think of at least one thing... but he's not exactly willing to start spilling his guts ( not literally ) to him, when, right now, he barely trusts him. ] ... [ he shuts his eyes, knowing that it's far beyond his reach anyway, and he'd rather not get laughed into fucken oblivion this afternoon. ]

A rematch. [ he could kick himself, honestly. ] We keep it between us.

[ and i forgot to mention that childe's aura has probably changed slightly, and the everlasting lord of arcane wisdom could probably tell. ]