[Zhongli was a great fan of the artistry of well made clothes, and perhaps he was a bit fond of many layers in his choice of wardrobe. But things like this were nice too, when the occasion called for it. The lightweight fabric was refreshing on a day like today.

Zhongli pauses in his steps when Childe glances his way, and it's... for once, he's at a loss for words on how to describe the man's expression. Surprised? No, he looks too focused for it to be surprise, and yet... something about his gaze stirs something in his chest in a way both uneasy and pleasant. He wants to look away as much as he wants to keep those eyes on him, and maybe his own intense gaze betrays that desire.

If his smile seems a bit sheepish for it, then perhaps it can be forgiven. He resumes his path to Childe's side, stopping in front of him.]

...Ah... I was assured by the stall owner that I was wearing this properly, so hopefully it doesn't look strange on me. Though I do hope you were being genuine when you offered to braid my hair.

[His hair tie is in the hand not holding his clothes, removed earlier. He could always put it back up if Childe was joking, but...]