He admires his daozhangs for a lingering moment, amazed he gets included in the warmth of belonging. That smirk makes him feel rather giddy! And the tap to his nose makes him grin and playfully tug lightly on a lock of his husband's hair.

"We heard A-Chen in trouble and got to him in time. Then we left, no one got hurt. Not even the beast - it might have a nest near where we were...it let us leave when we backed away." Not hiding what had happened, and he leans in to nudge his nose with Zichen's again. "It was a nice ride home after that! A-Chen's arms are nice and warm."

Once settled by the fire, he snuggles the young wolf, settling him down in the cozy little bed they'd made for him. Then shifts to lean against Xingchen, not wanting the sweet man to feel cold. And adjusts his voice's tone to a playful wheedling note: "A-Cheeeen, if A-Lan makes me sleep away from him, can I come cuddle up with you? I promise I don't snore!"