[ bringing his hand back up to his mouth, side of his finger pressed just so between his lips to cover the cut, fei du gets a dry, unimpressed glower for a beat as he turns towards the sink to wash the blood off. ]

Oh, darling, my body is free to look at whenever you want. Such a handsome work of art as this, who would I be to deny you that? But if you truly wanted it, then you'd have to commit to wanting it.

[ they can keep playing this game. fei du can think he's safe where he is, can have his small victory, and wenzhou will circle around to a crack left exposed in his smug superiority. ]