Kexing doesn't need to say it for Zishu to know it. He's still pleased by the restraint and sends his beloved an approving glance before shaking his head at the offer.

"Sell it if you don't want it."

As for a servant for a house he's only just learning about, he allows himself a smirk.

"I am sure you will find someone to take care of you. Until then, my offer stands." The offer to come here, if only for food.