He laughs, low, and kisses the shell of Lan Zhan's ear. There's no flush of red there, though he'd been expecting it; perhaps he will have to work harder.

"Lan Zhan," he says, "you have hardly kept your hands away from me since I told you I love you." He presses another kiss just beneath his earlobe. "You have said how you dreamed for years of what you would do to me. You have already marked and bitten me."

A small nip in demonstration.

"And you call me shameless?"