[ childe's face burns a bright red, so much so that zhongli can probably feel the heat coming off of it. he gives a nervous chuckle, his embarrassment melting away as his endearment smothers it. ] H- Hah, of course, Xiansheng. Lets make love. [ he, too, hates to see him pull back, even if it IS just a little bit and even if it IS so that he can remove his clothes. his smile reaches his ears, one of his hands rising to meet zhongli's chest as soon as its exposed, so he can map out the expanse of his chiseled chest. ]

So perfect, Xiansheng~