Lan Wangji, who has yet to let go of Claudius' hand, looks up at him. It might behoove him to demur. It would certainly be polite. "I would," he says. With the other hand, he reaches to detach Bichen from his waist, so that he can set it tidily on the floor beside the couch. He never resents its weight, but he is ready to be without it for a time.