"When did I become a lord?" Runyu questions lightly, not one to contest any form of address towards him, even those who address him plainly in scorn. Even so, even here, he does not mean it as a correction; it's a simple, playful protest, his own face flushing at the tease.

"I think I prefer being your friend, your brother to any lofty title."

After all, what has being a Son of Heaven, Lord of Night, Eldest Prince ever done for him but bring him grief and isolation? Where Huaisang brings him warmth, brings him these quiet joys.

"...you must forgive me, for I did not realize we were having that nature of dream," he goes on, clearing his throat quietly before he's able to continue, mind on how Huaisang brought up the matter of whims in the bedroom. "But since it is my dream, I should like you to hold nothing back."