He's not used to being thanked so sincerely, and it still leaves him flustered, no matter how many nice things Lan Zhan says. He lets their fingers part, and isn't quite sure what to do with his hands without anything to fiddle with, but smiles all the same.

"A masterpiece, for certain," he nods, "why don't I walk with you?"

The last time he'd seen Lan Zhan drunk he'd had to drag him to bed half a dozen times before it finally stuck. The last thing he ought to let his friend do is try to wander back to his room alone.