He's almost shed off his outer robes by the time they reach the dressing room, but manages to make it inside before they drop to the floor. Lan Zhan is right there to help him though, and having him help Wei Wuxian out of his clothes has become a fairly normal part of their daily lives, so he hardly minds that extra set of hands around him.

The lace is unfamiliar, and clings to every part of him, squeezing lightly. The skirt is short, and there's not much sleeve to speak of as he catches sight of himself in the mirror. It feels laughable, really, and he's not short on humor, nor the ability to laugh at himself.

"Ooh, maybe this one is better for later," he grins, placing his arms around Lan Zhan's neck, letting out another soft laugh, his breath sweet with the scent of wine, "you want me to wear this for you?"