Wei Wuxian gazes at the bruise approvingly. These he knows, for Lan Wangji tends to mark him with both lips and teeth and sometimes fingerprints, and Wei Wuxian loves to press on them after, recalling how they were made.

He fidgets after, turning his drink in his hands. The questions that suddenly crowd his mind aren't at all appropriate, but they've been eating at him for days, and Klaus may be the perfect person to answer them. "Then Klaus-gonxi must be very experienced," he ventures. "With men?"