"On the other hand," he muses, "if I waved my arms around too much, I might upset the tea." He drums his fingers against Lan Zhan's chest, gently. "They will have to be small arm-waves. Or just hand waves. Or I could make faces -- you can read my face very well by now, I know! As I can read yours. To think I once thought you never made faces at all."

He pauses just long enough to kiss Lan Zhan's cheek.

"Stoic Lan Zhan. So much less stoic than anyone knows."