So much for his breath staying even: the kiss draws a soft gasp out of him, as he gives into his desire to simply mold against Lan Zhan and stay there. Languidly, he reaches for one of Lan Zhan's hands to tug it over his shoulder, winding their fingers together.

"Thank you, Lan Zhan," he murmurs.

In a moment, he will offer to comb Lan Zhan's hair as well. Or... perhaps more than a moment.