"Ah..mmh... M..morax, more- Ah!"
Childe was hopping on their Morax's lap, his eyes has long lost their sanity. One didn't have to be an Adepti to understand the latter's mind was not there, it was gone. Shattered under the god's petrous touch. There was now only one thought in this far gone mind, pleasuring Morax.
"My dear, if you ask this nicely, who am I to not give you more?" Morax touched ginger haired man's cheek -Xiao couldn't bring himself to call him Childe, one of the eleven deadliest humans he heard of- with his glowing hand, and the human shuddered. "I'll give you the world, dear. Anything you want, I'll give it to you."
Or,
Morax wants Childe all to himself, destroys him in the process.