[ He can tell the words have dug under Childe's skin, with the way the Harbinger snaps back at him in irritation. It only further serves to amuse the drifter, evident by the way the expression on his face grows even more infuriatingly smug, if that's even possible. ]

Does it bother you that much? Do the words of a mere wanderer bother an all-powerful Harbinger of the Fatui? I thought you were a big boy.

[ This is truly the nastiest the drifter has been in a long while, but he can't bring himself to stop poking at the man. It's just too easy, that's why. No other reason why he enjoys picking on the ginger so much. ]