[dan feng: a man whose qualities tip heavy so far in one way that there is nothing quite left in the direction of emotional intelligence.]

You should be taking better care of your horns. [at least he’s not touching them. for now. his propriety way of tilting dan heng’s face from side to side like he’s merely judging if a persimmon is ripe makes up for it.] Buff them like you would with your claws.

[he’s still holding dan heng’s chin when he turns towards jing yuan.] I can help you stretch if you want, Jing Yuan. [surely it’s just the same way he did it to the entirety of the quintet when they were deployed: exceedingly medical in nature.]