[ as soon as their hands fall from zhongli's lips childe reaches to set his other hand atop their ( somewhat ) joined hands. ] Xiansheng. [ squeeze. ] I know you're not. [ he's going to remove the top hand and grab the side of his hair, so he can more easily scoot closer. ] If this was anybody else I wouldn't have bothered at all, but it's not... it's you. And I want to get good, great, even, so maybe one of these days I can feed you.