Doul looks up from whatever book he's buried in and, shockingly, almost smiles when he sees Huaisang. Carefully, he tidies away what he's been reading and writing and moves to go sit across from the other man. A meal is welcome, honey wine even more so, but he's not about to risk damaging pages with an incautious flick of sauce.

"I do. So do you, but I think you need no one to tell you that."