[ ... Huh. He's not expecting Beowulf to take his hand, nor to move it lower. Skin ship is definitely something Wei Wuxian enjoys — he's a handsy guy, a flirty guy, loves to get up close and personal with people whenever he has the option. What he didn't expect was to meet someone who matches that energy, but in a completely different way. Wei Wuxian is the cuddly cat to Beowulf's enthusiastic dog.

They're still in this car together but it is private, the windows are tinted, there's no one to interrupt them. They're also both dressed in practically nothing — Wei Wuxian has a terrycloth robe on, tied at the waist and open a little at the chest, showing a pale collarbone and the hint of a branding mark where his heart is.

Hm. His hand on Beowulf's bicep moves to his chest, the hand above his robe belt slips under the fabric and splays flat against his abdomen. A really well defined abdomen at that. Impressive. Wei Wuxian shifts closer to touch, closing some of the distance between them.

Then Beowulf is explaining about his weapon of choice and — huh! He imagines a chair, imagines it made of steel. He thinks it's gotta hurt. ]

A steel chair, huh? You really are strong. [ He really has no idea it's just a folding chair. He's thinking like, a throne or something made of thick steel. Yeah. ] Maybe you'll be able to find it. Are you expecting to fight people while here?