"I understand." There's a shiver of something when he's told that he's attractive and whether he's reacting to being called feral or the mention of a bridle, that's up to Huaisang to decide. Either way, Doul tugs open the ties as he balances his need to see more skin and to respect the quality of the garments.

His hands are calloused and rough from sword practice, but there are also marks and faded ink spatters from writing late into the night. It makes for a fine contrast.