At being told that Wei Ying is slippery, Lan Wangji mutters an, "ah?" and holds on even tighter; good luck getting out of these strong Lan arms.

He was, indeed, being very straightforward today, and seemed to have much to say. Whether it was the drunkenness or the effects of something else remained to be seen, though he also seems more... affable, almost. As if, without having to hold himself back, he loses some of his trademark cold aloofness.

"I want to give Wei Ying the gift I made for him," he confesses, without meaning to do so.