Oh, thinks Shen Qingqiu, and he meets Sagramore's kisses with his own, eagerly, tugging at his lower lip with his teeth and adding a twist to his wrist, because he likes that, and that's all he has to go on. "Is this," he asks, cheeks hot, and then kisses him again to get up the courage for (most of) the second half of the question. "Do you like—"