"Oil," he answers, pulling back enough to grab it and hold it in front of Wei Ying for his inspection. It is a small vial as Lan Zhan had been uncertain when and if they would need it. He is not certain that Wei Ying will want any of this, but he wanted to be prepared for any outcome.

"There is something inside a man that feels good when touched," he murmurs, free hand dropping to stroke Wei Ying lightly. "Tried it on myself. Liked it. Think you will like it."