He opens his mouth to protest for no reason he can discern but quickly closes it, trying not to fight with himself. His head drops back, back arching against Wei Ying's weight. He nods, not knowing if Wei Ying can even see him but he nods regardless, hoping his enthusiasm is obvious.

"Wei Ying," he breathes. "Want a mark. Under robes." He wants something he can find for himself when this night is over.