[huh, he almost thought none of the people he's met who are wearing those fancy robes would've ever stripped down the way wei wuxian has. sure, he's still more covered than klaus, who's sporting some swimming shorts with a wild pattern on them and no shirt whatsoever, but he has to imagine the other guy almost feels half-naked without all those layers.
one arm tucked underneath his chest, hand holding the opposite elbow, he arches an eyebrow as wei wuxian lifts his hands, cups them around his face and— oh. well, alrighty then, that wasn't at all expected and he ends up laughing into his drink, sputtering momentarily, though after he regains his composure enough:] Are you looking for the cock-licker or a cock-licker? Because there might be more than one in that last case.
[and also the first one, but klaus has a pretty good idea what wei wuxian is asking about; it's likely the username that was sent alongside the ridiculous invitation to this party.]
(a)
one arm tucked underneath his chest, hand holding the opposite elbow, he arches an eyebrow as wei wuxian lifts his hands, cups them around his face and— oh. well, alrighty then, that wasn't at all expected and he ends up laughing into his drink, sputtering momentarily, though after he regains his composure enough:] Are you looking for the cock-licker or a cock-licker? Because there might be more than one in that last case.
[and also the first one, but klaus has a pretty good idea what wei wuxian is asking about; it's likely the username that was sent alongside the ridiculous invitation to this party.]