He chuckles softly, lets the tie be removed from his hold, tucks the arm behind himself again and straightens even further. The smile on his face fades though, replaced with something more serious, something like determination mixed with an odd air of sensibility.

Jiang Cheng scowls and Sizhui holds firm, tilts his chin up, leaving very little distance between their faces, much like he'd done the last time they'd seen each other; just enough room to tease, to let a sugar-tainted sigh pass between them. While most of the cameras are set in places where there aren't many blind spots, he knows quite well what areas to cut through to avoid the most obvious activity, and if anyone were to see them, he's got the perfect excuse: his guardian lives with Jiang Cheng, which is obviously who he'd be going to visit. Expression still steeled, he questioningly lifts an eyebrow and asks in the coyest manner he can muster. “What do you think I'm implying?” Although he doesn't wait for an answer before continuing in a lower murmur, “Take me home with you, Jiang Cheng.”