What? Can't a 'manly man' also be sweet? It's almost said it's taken this much alcohol for this side of him to come out. It.. doesn't usually. Definitely not the stupid poem. Along with the forwardness, the semi-public sex, and a number of other things, that was going to go down in the 'horrifying drunk behavior' category when or if he remembers this tomorrow.

He almost pounces on Huaisang the very instant he licks his lips, but fortunately he isn't quite as bad as a horny teenager anymore. He slides his pants down and opens the jar of oil. He laughs at the jokes and dips his fingers inside.

"Not that sounds like the start of an excellent poem, my dear." He reaches between his lover's legs. He wastes no time pushing his finger in, though pausing to let him have a change to get used to it before moving some more.

"I haven't forgotten your wish to be pinned against the wall, sweet Nightingale. You give me the rest of that poem and next time you can pick the wall."