No resistance. No scolding. No harsh calling of his name. It's almost too easy. It really is like he is drunk which makes it so hard to resist. He sits on Lan Wangji as he pins him down. But just enough that he can still have his head out of the water. It wouldn't do any good to drown the man in his games.

He brings his face very close, studying the eyes. Everything is the same except the eyes. And yet they are still the eyes that are so familiar, that always look at him with a cold kindness. "You have pretty eyes, Lan Zhan." It's not a question but that game is momentarily forgotten as he gets distracted. Everything about the man is pretty but he likes the eyes that don't look at him with hatred, or judgement.

"Are there any questions you want me to ask you?"