Shen Yuan starts back in on his sketch, leaving a good and tantalizing amount of chest open and tightening up the silhouette of the pants. He draws on vague memories of male idols and c-pop stars—which, shockingly, he has many more of than he does of female idols and c-pop stars, at this point he should make himself a fucking drinking game—and wonders, briefly, how Galahad might feel about makeup, and then, more extensively, how Claudius might feel about makeup on Galahad.

That guy is gonna owe Shen Yuan so many favors.