( The fan taps and twirls and stays, finally silenced and balanced against the broad span of Wen Kexing's hand. Lips sallow, head tipped aside, Lan Wangji briefly watches him —

Then concedes a pale nod. ) Here. Elsewhere, always within closed quarters.

( A claustrophobic, silent watch. He hesitates. ) You think us followed?

( They would have noticed, surely. They change their accommodations often enough. )

I assumed... curiosity. ( Better than 'perversion.' )