Huaisang lifts his eyes again, shy and pouty, just wanting to be protected, and it's not even really an act. It's just a matter of letting his vulnerabilities be seen, letting himself be helpless. He feels like the competence that he hides is the real mask. He's good at noticing things, that's all. He's still useless beyond that.

The suggestion of going somewhere else makes his heart clench with fear. Has Holland clocked him, and wants to isolate him for easy collection? Is Holland genuinely attracted to Lily and wants to go somewhere private? That presents its own risk, since Huaisang can't allow any hands--or anything else--to go wandering around near his panties. Though it is at least easy enough to distract a guy with a blowjob and act coy about doing anything more than that.

"I'm not going to a second location with a guy who won't tell me his real name," Huaisang says, looking wary, though he does return his hand to Holland's leg, resting it midway up his thigh this time.