"Ah, but he was not invited," he counters, not wanting to bring down the mood but wanting to maybe softly address his husband's slight problem with his relationship to alcohol. Still, now's not the time or place, and he doesn't want Wei Ying to think he'd wanted to marry him to change him or anything. They can table it for now.

He holds out a hand. "Will you let me try?" he asks, expectantly.

And no, he won't be drawing a similar subject matter.