He still isn't certain about all of this. It wasn't a meeting about leading a sect. There were no clear cut instructions. This place wasn't keen on anything solid if his most recent kidnapping and drugging was anything to go by. And he's fairly certain that Huaisang wouldn't mind if the past conversations were anything to go by.

Nerves find his cup empty and Cheng is in the process of filling it, still trying to figure out what to say or how to act. "So you both are in agreement." He was trying to process it more than seeking reassurance. The man was pretty.

It wasn't as if he wasn't propositioned most of the time at work, anyway. But this would be of his own violation, not a 'job requirement.' The concept had him smirking just a bit. "So what if I agreed?" He looks up coyly, noting how that one stray lock of hair fell across his eyes.