Huaisang looks back at him with a grin at that line, very pleased and impressed with Loki's smoothness, even though he doesn't really believe that he himself outshines this room. Years of being outshone and forgotten by his friends has left Huaisang insecure, accustomed to being the one that people settle for because he's easy, not the one that people choose.

"Sounds like you've had too much to drink," Huaisang teases in return, but it certainly draws Huaisang away from his side and back over to Loki. He tugs at him, bringing him into the next room, which is a bedroom. There's a kneeling desk set up with a painting in progress, and it matches the room, not Huaisang. It's a beautiful piece, artfully done, showing a red-winged bird and a peony in bloom, all soft prettiness but with limited feeling, compared to the absolute mastery of the artwork on the fan Huaisang carries.

This room shows a little more of Huaisang's genuine clutter, discarded fans that don't match the carefully crafted aesthetic, outfits that didn't get selected, a bag of candies left sitting open, but even so it's limited. Huaisang tends toward tidiness, accustomed to the streamlined efficiency of the Nie Sect, but there's a boisterousness of his nature that isn't contained so strictly in the bedroom compared to the outer room.

Stepping close, Huaisang presses up against Loki, taking hold of his shirt and tugging playfully at him. "Shall we spend the rest of our evening in serious conversation?"