Well, Childe is the one who moves, he himself follows him slowly, as if he is taking a stroll instead of taking part in a battle. He registers the laughter coming from the other, yet he finds himself distracted with whatever is happening inside his own body.

"Its finishing up..." Scaramouche mutters to himself, staring at his hands as he's being very aware of these constant adjustments inside of him. When he looks up again he finds himself somewhat torn. He could finish that Herald off. They're tough but he's done that before and maybe now, he might be able to do it again. But what if he could just free himself from the idiot's presence by killing him instead?

"Ah...Childe." He moves to sit down on a log of wood. "I do not think I am able to defeat that thing. Why don't you show me how it's done?"