"Please make presumptions," Huaisang insists at once, cheerful innocence tipping immediately into mischief. He wasn't entirely sure how to open that particular train of inquiry, but Loki's polite hint is more than enough to put Huaisang at ease that there are possible presumptions available.

The compromise pleases Huaisang, and he reaches out to take Loki's wrist but stops himself before he makes contact, pulling his hand back. They're not friends yet. Even if the presumption might be welcome, it's not appropriate until they're either outside of the walls or in a private room. Huaisang's nature is quick to touch, to seek and offer comfort through contact, even though he's grown up in a society where even married couples might never touch outside of their private chambers.

He blusters a little to cover for his gesture, a sheepishly apologetic flash of a smile before he whirls his fan back open so that it can serve as conduit for his expressiveness. "Which way is East?"