He might not be as practiced at it as Lan Wangji, but he manages to pull out all the pins and sharp bits of metal in Lan Zhan's hair. At least he's less of a hazard to them both, but taking them out requires just enough of Wei Wuxian's attention that it's easy to miss the lurid looks he's getting, at least until there's a mouth nearly on his and hands reaching all-too-nimbly for his belts.

The studded outer belt clinks to the floor, and the wider cloth belt is halfway untied before he catches Lan Zhan's wrists and tries to give him a scolding, stern face. Which is difficult, considering Lan Wangji is far too close to even see more than a bit of it anyway.

"Lan Zhan," he tries to lean away, catching the faint taste of wine on his lips, still baffled that Lan Wangji can be this drunk from a single cup.

"Bathtime, remember? You earned a nice bath! You want bubbles?"