Ordinarily, anyone else might have stopped at the sight of him cringing, yet Sizhui simply gives an apologetic look and lessens the pressure ever-so-slightly as he continues. One has to be conscientious when doctoring people up and while he isn't not sympathetic, he's still very professional in his work.

His mouth curves at the sound, a faint gesture of his own mirth, and although Sizhui's gaze flickers downward once Vincenzo begins undoing his tie, he urges himself to look away after he moves on to unbuttoning his shirt. Unsure why he needs an extra moment to steel his nerves, he finds a brief distraction in taking one of Vincenzo's hands and wiping away all the grime there, then downcasts his gaze to examine what marks are littering his husband's body; nothing too terrible from what he can see and that makes him exhale a relieved sigh.

Though he upturns again, eyes thoughtfully narrowed, brow wrinkled with contemplation. Finally, Sizhui dares to ask, “Are you trying to frighten me? And if so, why? It will take much more than this to run me off.”