Sizhui's eyebrows arch with interest, that small smile widening into something more proper-like, even hinting on the edge of playful when he asks, “Really?” Because now he's considering what sort of requests he might be able to get away with.

Which has him lowering his gaze in an instant when his thoughts wander further than expected; the two of them here, together in Italy, all of this room they can use for whatever they like until either Vincenzo is called away again or they're both finally taken back into the real world where their new married lives begin. He props both hands onto the vanity, leans back on them, head tipped while he consideringly hums because there are many things he could ask at this moment, yet what comes out is something decent-sounding and so completely modest: “Will my husband come to bed with me?”