[ paw. as his hand comes uncurled, he will very carefully slide the ring on lin jingheng's finger, and then pull his hand up to smooch his knuckles, dropping his head a little to smile at him from behind them, like he just can't stop himself. he can't, really, the grin on his face threatening to nearly split in two. ]

You never have. [ never once. bixing's not even paying attention to their audience, or the inevitable audience of hell residents watching this primetime ass television either; the response is just for lin jingheng. ] Let's go back home, okay? Milky Way City's waiting.

[ a beat, and then, a little more slyly: ] Can I kiss you, or is that going to be too embarrassing?