[The look on Aether's face keeps Childe from capitalizing on the distraction, looking over to see that figure in green. He sees that smug look! Archons, really...]

So, you were interfering with our battle? That's not very sportsmanlike, you know...

[But Childe only shrugs, letting that roll off his shoulder.]

It wouldn't of mattered in the end anyhow. My strength more than makes up for your meddling.

[And now that he knows about Venti...maybe he will challenge this man in green one day to a battle of their own.]