The touch is so gentle, tracing his face as though his captive is trying to memorize it. Wei Wuxian doesn't understand in the slightest. Keeping still, he allows this exploration, cheeks heating slightly at the thumb resting against his lips.

Deal completed, he lifts the collar when the neck is offered. His hands are gentle as he fastens it into place, setting the latch. It isn't locked. This isn't a true restraint. It's only for Wei Wuxian's amusement.

"I am called the Yiling Patriarch," he informs his captive, drawing the leash taut so as to pull him closer. He smirks up into that proud, pretty face, and then lets the leash drop to its full length, keeping hold of it with only a finger. Turning lightly, he starts up the steps to his palace. "Come on. Let's get you some food. I bet you're ravenous."