[ Wei Ying's words hardly help to calm him, and he exhales slowly before answering. If the end of the breath is a little shaky, so be it. He places his hands on Wei Ying's shoulders, firm but gentle as he presses his thumbs against the ends of his collarbones. ] I should take you on a date first. Shouldn't I? I want to treat you with respect, Wei Ying, and prove myself. You deserve as much.