You were busy humming away and cleaning the dishes when Childe eyed your bed again. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was where you'd hide evidence if there was any to begin with. He glanced in your direction and shifted off of the couch, careful not to make the couch squeak from his movements.
No sooner did he crouch at your bedside that he could see the glint of something with a distinct shade of red. He pulled what looked to be a large laundry bag out from under the bed, his hand rummaging around to find one of the domestic Fatui masks that only covered the eyes.
From the looks of it, these are all the stolen masks, he scanned beneath the bed once more, but found nothing but dust bunnies. So Zhongli was right about you. What have you been up to, girlie? The sound of the facet turning off warned Childe that it would be seconds before you turn around and see what he was doing.
"You've been awfully quiet over there, Aj-" You spun on your heel and noticed him kneeling at your bed with widening eyes. "-Hey, what're you doing?!"
Childe doesn't do deception--well, besides lying to you and Teucer, that is. Then there was the time with Aether...Okay, maybe he does a bit of deception, but...He kept his ground and didn't answer.
Panicked, you ran over to him. "Whatever you're doing, put it back! You don't go snooping around for ladies' panties when they invite you over, do you?!" You came to a halt when you saw him holding one of your prizes, expecting him to do something, anything than what he did next.
Childe peered over with a sly grin and lifted the mask high in the air for you to see. "What's this, Reed? Don't tell me this is for some sort of roleplay...?"
"Eh?!" He watched you turn beet red in a heartbeat with amusement--and suspicion. "N-No! Not at all!"
The ball was in his court now, and he spiked it back. "What's wrong ojou-chan? I was only asking if you do it for performances like the opera. Don't tell me you were thinking something dirty-"
"Shut it! Shut up!" You reached for the mask, but the man got to his feet and towered over you so you couldn't grab it. "Give it back and stop going through my stuff! That's not the definition of 'make yourself at home,' you know!"
"So, what do you use these for?" A slight tilt of the head gestured to the bag of masks on the floor. "They're Fatui masks. Are you the one responsible for their disappearances after all?"
"Give me that-" You grabbed his forearm and heated the skin enough to make him lose his grip from surprise, but not enough to burn him. Satisfied with regaining your prize, you shoved it back into the bag with a huff and kicked the whole thing back under the bed, ignoring the pain in your toe from hitting it too hard. "Mind your own business."
"As much as I'd like to," Childe followed you back into the kitchen area while your mind was set on drying the dishes, "you've peaked my curiosity. What're they for?"
"If you weren't snooping, I would've eventually told you," you grabbed one of the plates and a towel that sat to your left. "But since you decided to peek I think its within my right not to tell you anything."
"Oh-ho?" Hot breath brushed past the top of your ear and his chest pressed against your back so you were practically cornered against the counter. "Then I guess it's within my right to believe whatever I want about you then? No matter how obscene or dirty?"
"Quit playing games with me, Ajax!" He could see how red your ears were, and your flustered state was more than apparent since heat was practically radiating off your back. It seems he's learned something new about you; your pyro vision amplifies your flustered reactions...this information should be useful in determining any lies you might come up with. "And back up, will you? I c-can't move--"
