As much as he'd love to look at Jin Ling's face, Sizhui cannot, lest he risks seeing him grin like that and ends up turning even redder. Instead, he's focused on the lanterns before them, glancing over the designs, trying to decide which one might suit them best.

“Hahhh,” he sighs, even though there's no real heat behind the complaint and he's smiling. His free hand does reach up to touch the pinkened ear on that same side, feeling its warmth, which makes him both flush harder and smile somewhat wider as he slides his hand down Jin Ling's forearm, drifts his fingertips against the inside of his wrist then pushes them up against his palm and fans their fingers out so he can lace them together. Two can play at that game, after all. “Do you see any you like in particular?”