He is seemingly unfazed that he has company while he bathes. Usually he would be much shyer. Especially since this is Wei Ying. The fear that he might reveal too much isn't a fear at all. It seems natural that this demon lord should know.
The loosening of the collar has him sighing and he glances up from his scrubbing to watch his clothes "cleaned". The energy used to do it would normally make him reject the fabric, however he can't be picky here. If he rejects those clothes, Wei Ying either provides others - with similar dark energies attached to them - or he walks around nude. He would be cold in a castle like this if he took that route.
Lan Zhan peeks up at his host when he feels the fingers in his hair. The desire to return the favor is so strong that he lifts a hand out of the water. Only to realize that, of course, it's wet. He shouldn't get him wet.
Instead he picks up the provided soap and sniffs it.
"Mm?" the request is fulfilled without hesitation. He dips his head back into the water, soaking his long hair before he sits up again.
"What is justice to you?" he asks the question slowly, "Does it exist?"
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The loosening of the collar has him sighing and he glances up from his scrubbing to watch his clothes "cleaned". The energy used to do it would normally make him reject the fabric, however he can't be picky here. If he rejects those clothes, Wei Ying either provides others - with similar dark energies attached to them - or he walks around nude. He would be cold in a castle like this if he took that route.
Lan Zhan peeks up at his host when he feels the fingers in his hair. The desire to return the favor is so strong that he lifts a hand out of the water. Only to realize that, of course, it's wet. He shouldn't get him wet.
Instead he picks up the provided soap and sniffs it.
"Mm?" the request is fulfilled without hesitation. He dips his head back into the water, soaking his long hair before he sits up again.
"What is justice to you?" he asks the question slowly, "Does it exist?"