"Any other day you'd be precisely right," he grins, tapping the end of Lan Zhan's nose with his finger. No matter how sour the faces Lan Zhan makes, they've rarely stopped Wei Wuxian, and drunk? Not a chance. His smile only widens in response, and he throws off his outer robes and wrist ties, down to his red inner robes before he realizes Lan Zhan is just letting the water spin down the drain, rather than filling the tub.

"Ah, what a helpful husband I have, filling the tub for us," he manages to hold back his laughter this time, and pats Lan Zhan's hand a couple times for good measure, then reaches to place the plug.

"Go ahead and get in, I'll just be a moment," he urges, "and bubbles? Or no bubbles? You never did say."