The caresses awaken his longing and he presses his lips tightly together to keep himself quiet. Yes. Love. Lan Zhan places his hands on the side of the tub and pushes himself up. Once he is standing, he steps out of the tub, water rolling down his skin.

"I am not."

Faithless. Nor is he looking for comfort where none exists. He walks to the demon lord and tips his head back, baring his neck for the collar.

"I will not lose you." his eyes narrow, "I don't belong to many; I belong to one."

The one he allows to collar and chain him. The one he allows to see him nude.