Meng Yao pulls Xue Yang close, rearranging their arms until he is satisfied. Yes, he trusts the other man will be graceful. He has seen him move on the battlefield - and behind closed doors. Gently, he guides them into a casual sway, their hips almost touching.

"I know you are." he tucks their heads together with a sigh, "Which is why I will never say I do not know you."