[ There's a hint of confusion in Hei's gaze. But surprisingly enough, he's perfectly biddable when she reverses their positions. He watches with slightly raised eyebrows when she shoves the table against the door, that silly stoned grin on her face. When she kneels before him, he reaches out, carding the fingers of both hands through her hair, stroking her nape. There's a concession, but also something inflected vaguely as a question, when he murmurs, ]
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... All right.