Shen Yuan also flushes, though less intensely, as Laertes fastens the collar around his neck. "I—right," he says weakly. "Glad I asked." Is everyone around here secretly into kink?? Why are his initial mad assumptions about this place kind of proving themselves true??? Other than the ones about Janet orchestrating it all, though at this point if he found out she was arranging threesomes or whatever he would be the opposite of surprised.

He swaps his canvas for a smaller one, which he'd prepared earlier. It's still larger than a locket, of course, but he'll do a few studies around the right size and choose whichever one he likes best once he has a setting for it. He squints at Laertes, then comes around the easel. "Can I, like, arrange you?" he asks, not wanting to touch without permission. They'd touched a lot, when he was stoned, but he tries not to think about most of his behavior that night because otherwise he'll probably die of shame.