( The water is tossed back like it is wine, cup set down with a thunk, Wen Kexing taking to that little pat like a cat, squirming sideways so that he can rest his head on the cushion. Maybe people do this all the time, who knows? He doesn't have friendships to frame it off and besides, there isn't any motive underneath. His friend is kind, he can allow himself the comfort offered. )

I've slept with world famous courtesans.

( Mumbled, slightly stubborn. )

I'd sneak out and visit all the best brothels. I was well-known. ( But Lan Xichen is right, that part of him has been more than a little subdued these days. ) Don't be fooled.