Thank the stars they haven't been given their assignments and roles, yet. Xunxian was distracted preparing for his own directed performance for the event, when the music hits and...

... he sighs, softly. The emotions and desires that he manages to keep to the... not back, but like the middle of his mind float up to the front, and his eyes helplessly move to the man next to him, gaze inadvertently heated behind the mask, lips twisting in the all too familiar not-smile--

Which then freezes, and he shifts closer so he can speak very softly, his own, well, arousal making his voice a little huskier than usual.

"Are you all right?"

The mask may cover Moran's face, but Xunxian knows the way Moran moves, and right now it doesn't seem right.