What did he want from Lee Chang? Mingyu's gaze slid from the fox tattoo to the lotus on his opposite wrist, expression pensive. If he was to go any further with this, let Lee Chang any closer, he would have to know. Was this man enough? Was this insufferably noble, contrary, altogether unpleasant man worth the risk of tipping his hand?

He wasn't even that far into his drink, and yet he couldn't help it.

"What is it you actually want?" he deflected, studying Lee Chang as he asked. "Why did you come to me?"