For all that he wants to deflate, that there is a smile on his lips as wide as when the alcohol was still so wholly in control, Xichen manages to remain standing. He softens, though, dips his head slightly as Jiang Chiang lifts his hands and adjusts the headband properly.

That, more than his words, is the answer he wants.

"Then that is more motivation to leave it properly soon." He says, no longer speaking as if the other man his on the other side of the room. He feels shy suddenly, though they are standing so close. "May I ask for one more thing?"