At first he's alarmed, then realisation sinks in at the sentiment and his surprised Pikachu face melts into a fond, touched look as his gaze rests on that stiff posture. Such melodrama! Encore.

"Yunmeng Jiang does not visit Cloud Recesses often," he gently admits, "though the invitation has ever been open and I do not leave."

This would be a more serious conversation if ... ah, well, that strident pose with shoulders back and hips locked is very ... open. Inviting to the gaze? Oh, dear. Xichen ducks his chin askance for a moment as he gets his twitching lips under control and then inclines his head politely.

"Forgive me. Permit this transgression, you would do it for me —"

The thick, well-made blue-grey robe he wears atop the rest is shrugged off and promptly, without ceremony, swirled around Jiang Cheng to sit on his shoulders, draping to skim the ground. It is large enough to hide both bare legs and what lies above under a thin, sodden silk robe (namely, a lack of shame).

So as to displace any embarrassment that might be ignited over the discreet acknowledgment of something, he lightly says, "You may return it after the discovery of your clothes."