Sitting and counting the seconds that tick by have his apprehension growing somewhat; it's obvious Jiang Cheng wants the same thing, so hopefully, this isn't some cruel trick. No, he isn't like that. Wouldn't go so far as explaining everything, only to suddenly abandon it. (How do you know?) For some reason, he just does. Sizhui fidgets slightly, wringing his hands until he hears approaching footsteps, which have him letting out a quiet, relieved sigh. See? Everything is fine. A faint smile quirks his lips at the sound of his new dominant getting comfortable, shoulders raising as he straightens.

“I do.” Does he need to ask? Ah. “May I show you?”