Hey, a guy can dream, can't he? And let's be honest, is it really so bad that Sizhui might want Vincenzo to feel like he's trustworthy? Certainly not! Just like how he'd be pleased to know Vincenzo appreciates him courteously leaving pajamas for after his shower; it's the least he can do for his husband, considering the busy day they'd both had yesterday and whatever else the other man got up to while Sizhui's been sleeping.

By the time Vincenzo's come downstairs, he's finished his first half-glass and has started on a second, though is drinking slower this time, well-aware it wouldn't take much for him to become quite buzzed. Sizhui's attention directs his way, a small smile lifts his lips then he downcasts back to his own beverage.

His brow furrows, he wrinkles his nose, opens his mouth and hesitates, considering. He doesn't know for sure if he can handle it, as it's something he's never experienced before, but he does certainly know: “Truthfully, I'm inexperienced.” Ever-so-slightly, his neck cranes toward Vincenzo, those large eyes meet him over the wineglass and he sighs. “But that doesn't mean I can't try my absolute best to help you and that's what I'd like to do.”