With the tail fastened in place - and the chain it is connected to mostly concealed by Mingjue's robes - Meng Yao steps back. Reluctantly. Sluggishly. They both know he can move quicker, yet the urge to nestle is almost too strong.

"You look very handsome. But there is something missing." he grabs the jar of face paint and holds it up, "I must blacken the tip of your nose."