"Oh? I'll try on as many as you want then, if it means you'll praise me like that each time," he smiles, leaning in close to kiss his cheek, since he's already got his arms around Lan Zhan's neck.

The dress is a lot harder to wiggle out of than it was to slip on, and he gets stuck about halfway, the stretch fabric rucked up around his shoulders, arms above his head, most of his torso bare.

"Lan Zhaaaan," he gives a muffled whine, head stuck in the stretchy lace, "help this poor man, won't you?"