You wouldn't learn it anyway.

( Light, a twist of a smile. )

If you won't ask him, try asking Wei Ying. I heard he's a man of no clan.

( Lips twitch, something like a tease. Even married, he doesn't allow Gusu to claim him. Too much indigestion on both sides, he supposes.

Just as he listens, and he breathes out, and nods. )

If there's anything worthwhile they have to say. One.

( The flute, swung around and played with the sudden, sharp trills and thrumming notes of direction, leaving the wounded but not destroyed form of one slaver to be ringed and snarled at, sobbed at, but not over.

The last note holds, too bright in the bloodied air. He glances to his husband, inclining his head.

For you. )