Well then. He blinks lightly as Jiang Cheng moves closer, swallows hard whenever the man tilts his chin up and forces their eyes to meet full-on, momentarily caught off-guard by the sudden shift, but it doesn't take him long to catch on. Sizhui exhales a slow, steadying breath and lets his smile widen somewhat.

“I have,” he accepts without complaint, “but isn't it important what Daddy likes, too?”