Solitude seemed to be a rare commonody in this place. Mu Qingfang offered the younger man a quiet nod when he stepped inside, noting the similarity in robes. Not a familiar face, no, but perhaps from another similar world?

Of course, the portrait making her demands known rather firmly stalled any questions he might have troubled the other with.

"And make it steamy, or you'll be stuck here until you do!"

"For want of a sword," he muttered softly to himself before addressing the young man. "This master is unopposed, if he may trouble you."