"Mm," he mutters, fingers deftly untying Wei Ying's outer robe and greedily pushing underneath to start working on finding skin.

He can feel his face warming at the idea of speaking such things and cannot quite do it. "Can show," he tries instead, breath stuttering as Wei Ying moves underneath him. He's purchased a small vile of oil, necessary to many of the things he'd read but he can't say it, can only think of it inside his pouch still hooked around his waist. He'd thought of putting it in his room but carrying it seemed to offer more opportunity for such things.