Shen Qingqiu grins at him. "Happy to take you up again any time you like," he says, "assuming, you know." Though—he glances at his fan again; the talisman is still dark, but the last thing he wants is for it to change while he's sixty feet off the ground with Sagramore's hands on his waist. "Perhaps not now, exactly. I'm... kind of waiting for someone.¹"

¹ This should be taken only as apology for not flying with Sagramore longer, not an indication for him to leave.