[ Flattery will not get Childe all the way, but it sure gives him a few extra bonus points in her book. She preens under his gaze, propping her hands on her hips to strike a momentary pose. ]

Thanks! It's a little tighter than I'd like, but we'll be out of these soon enough. [ Unless their fight drags on but in that case she'll be too preoccupied to care. Speaking of: ] If you're worried, I can hold back.

[ Half-teasing, but also a little serious. She's here for a good time but also a long time; how's she supposed to spar with him again if they accidentally break an arm or a leg?

But he doesn't seem too worried so she won't be either. If he does know what he's doing, then he should know his own limits as well. So it's off to inspect the weapons on display then, even if most of them are purely for show. She hums lightly to herself, carefully looking over each and every one, before finally grabbing a simple spear. Wooden, undecorated, but it feels sturdy in her hand and with a balanced weight that makes itself known as she gives it a few practice twirls. ]

This one'll do.