He did seem to be making about as much sense as when he was drunk. Maybe he'd hit his head harder than Wei Wuxian had thought...

But the response is quick and decisive and gives little room for argument.

"My clothes are, yes, but this robe isn't," he tries, not at all convinced it will earn him anything but a glare for even suggesting.

Wei Wuxian lowers himself back down, this time sitting on the floor right beside the bed. He props his elbow up, as he'd done at the low table, turning slightly to face Lan Wangji.

"Is that a command, or a request?" there's a teasing lilt to his smile.