For a moment, he speaks, and her hands cradle the gaunt nothingness of her belly, as if to accept his blessing. To wear it. Then, she laughs. "Bare your face."

And, a measured gaze washes Wei Wuxian's body, lands squarely where his cloth bundles on his lap. "Bare everything, if you wish, I haven't known pleasure since mistress Wen's visit. I have the hour."

Vannozza's maid, for one, remembers to flush. Her mistress stays entirely unconcerned, extending a hand for the girl to ease of her rings. "Unless, of course, you did come burdened with purpose, and we have something to speak of."