"I see nothing but dignity in your conduct in all things, Lan Xichen," Runyu observes, finding the longer he is held the more loathe he is to part. This closeness is not something afforded to the Lord of Night, the warmth of Xufeng's power when offered to him the nearest thing he gets.

"I misspoke earlier. Would that all realms encourage and allow such conduct, perhaps existence would be a kinder, brighter thing." Pausing, he flushes just faintly at his one remaining uncertainty with this arrangement, his one lingering discomfort, that being that Xichen has been standing holding him for a while. He should hate to tire the young cultivator, or have him feel put out. Besides, adjusting to closeness is one thing. This is starting to feel like talking advantage.

"Would it be amenable to you to... continue this from the couch...? Unless you have a prior engagement I am interrupting—"