The touch is cool, Zhuque notices, and he wants to lean into it. No. He cannot have attachment. Love is what drove Shouyue to madness. Yet Killing Stone...had he not loved as well? Instead, he concentrates on moving closer, easing Sizhui into tracing more of his tattoos along his skin. He keeps his dark eyes on the cultivator then nods slowly.

"The wings, if you wish." Or he could continue touching, which is certainly something Zhuque is interested in as well. He moves even closer and notices how he easily looms over the other. "You may do what you want."