"Oh," his lips form a soft 'o' in understanding, eyes widening. Lan Zhan had a will of iron, for certain. That aphrodisiac had made his knees weak and his libido impossible to ignore, but he also didn't have a lifetime of pushing down every hormonal urge he had. Wei Wuxian acted on his impulses often, and this drug just brought out the worst in him, apparently.

"Take advantage of me," he laughs dryly, "like I'm some blushing maiden, hm?"

He can't think of a circumstance where he wouldn't want his husband, if he's honest, but just like the Lan sect's rules, even if he doesn't understand the need for all of them, he respects Lan Zhan's wishes to follow them. He respects precious little, but Lan Wangji most of all, even if it earns him a freezing cold shower.

"So I just have to make sure to only throw myself at you when I'm sober," he reasons, but raises a dubious eyebrow next to his crooked smile, "no promises."