He puts his hand on the door and almost chickens out again. It takes everything in him to push it open and step inside. As he does, he tilts his chin up trying to convey a confidence he didn't feel. He quickly shuts the door behind him and folds his arms behind him. He steps closer and realizes he has no idea how to start this.

".. Uh.. H-how've you been?" That was totally a normal question to ask of someone he just had dinner with not an hour ago, right? He wasn't looking at his uncle. He knew that was a stupid start. "Um.. before you were with Lan-xiandu.. you had a reputation, didn't you?"

His gaze snaps back to his uncle. "Not as the Yiling Patriarch but in.. uh.. another sense." Oh god, how do people talk about these things? It's not like he's had parents to teach him such things! He was so not blushing either!

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She tries not to notice just how skillfully he hides away the oil. That was like a true magician!

"Did Lan-gongzi help you feel better?" She asks, fussing with fluffing his pillow and changing out some incense sticks for him. "I would've thought Jin-zongzhu would've been back by now. You're rather lucky. There are a few of the guests who are choosing to stay on their boats this evening because of how overcrowded it is for the wedding. A few of our men are having to stay there are well."