Wei Wuxian scrunches his eyes closed. Even for Lan Zhan, the statement is cryptic, and he lifts his head, trying to determine what would be most pleasurable for Lan Zhan from his expression alone. "It cannot be distasteful if it is you," he promises. "You can tell me. Lan Zhan," he says, a little petulant, "I want to make you feel good also!"