[ childe’s eyes flicker between the two hands on either side of his head, laughing sheepishly because plan, what plan, he didn’t exactly think through the order of operations here. ] Not so much distract, but perhaps it’s best saved for-

[ and then he’s leaning down, whispering that, and childe swears he bodily shudders and nearly cums on the spot. ]

[ his mouth drops open and he says something entirely incoherent, some kind of laugh following as his brain resets itself. ]

I’m not interested in mercy.