"Ah, and of course, some things will never change," he sighed theatrically. Even so far from Cloud Recesses, with his hair down and his casual robes, he couldn't help being the rule-abiding, perfect pillar of morality, could he? Hopefully now that Lan Wangji was a bit older, he'd learned to hold his drink, at least.

"It's fine, I can finish enough for both of us," he assured, having little desire to push the issue, not when they were both in such good spirits.

The clothing though, that was something of a problem. It was true, it wasn't as if he could just skip downstairs in the little white robe- well, he would only mind a little, but he couldn't imagine Lan Zhan wanting to be seen outside his room in it. Then again, the staff had told him there was a room here for him. He hadn't exactly hurried to look, but it was an option.

Still, there was that faint tugging at his heartstrings that told him how rare it was for Hanguang Jun to even offer such a thing. Refusing would break the mood, he told himself. That was the only reason, of course.

"I'm afraid that as usual, I wouldn't be able to treat. My pockets are empty no matter where I end up," he grinned a little crookedly. He really had meant to pay the last time they'd eaten together, but it seemed like he'd always be in Lan Zhan's debt.

"But if my company is payment enough, of course I can stay a little while."