[while he waits for an answer, his attention flickers to the styrofoam cup nearby, half-lidded eyes considering before he shifts to pick it up. sizhui sucks down the remaining liquid, sets it aside on the floor then leans back again.]

Not at all, [he answers truthfully.] And yet, I was still punished for it. [just to answer the half-question dick about asked there, but here's something that might be a curveball.] If I said I want to kiss you, however, would that be punishable?