No, not really. But I think I ought to, otherwise I may do something rash.

[ There is a banked, dark hunger in his gaze, and he doesn't move away just yet, still content to stroke Jin Guangyao's hair and behold how prettily he blushes. His palm flattens and slides up the other man's side, petting the soft indent of a waist. ]

You're very clever and beautiful, a-Yao. I feel like I might accidentally take a bite out of your heart.