( He lets himself be tugged back, hands moving to Lan Xichen's shoulders where he not-so-subtly traces out the shape of them through his robes. A lot of it is an act, Wen Kexing is often overly dramatic to a fault, if only because it generally stops people from seeing the true emotion underneath. But for a second he lets it drop, gaze sweeping thoughtfully over the other man's face.

Jealousy is an emotion he's well used to. He covets. But still, it's strange to feel it now. )

None of them could compare.

( Honesty? In this economy? )

You've done something to me. ( Bewitched him, maybe. Or better yet, just shown him a crumb of kindness. Of course Wen Kexing would be utterly changed after that. ) Is that secretly what you cultivate? Skills enough to ruin all other men by making them incomparable? ( The dramatics creep ever back, his voice exasperated. ) It's been months.