If they'd had this conversation a few days ago, this would be the point at which Shen Qingqiu whipped out his accusations. I know what you're up to, foul beast!! only, like, probably phrased different than that, because that sounds cringe even in his head. But it's not a few days ago, and his priorities have... changed. He draws himself up, primly. "Yes," he says. "I—I would like some. Please."