[ aventurine sits, and jing yuan slides the chair in comfortably beneath him before stepping to the opposite side and shrugging off his heavy, furred overcoat, draping it neatly over the back of his own chair. sliding into his seat, he sets the die between them just as the drinks are served. ]

Are you a shy man? [ he asks, with a smile. ] I would not have guessed that you would need the lubrication to speak freely.

[ well. speak freely about his kinks, at least. everything else he's sure that this man holds close to the vest. he won't look a gift horse in the mouth, however - jing yuan plucks up his drink and takes a generous sip. ah, sweet. he likes that. it's no baijiu but he certainly enjoys it. ]

Please, go first.

[ while he settles into his usual comfortable, confident manspread. ]