[Wufei, on the other hand, has firmly cemented himself as a paragon of denial. Duo is just a friend, just a friend that he had fought beside, and would die for. That he trusted with his life and with his current, rather humiliating, condition.] Of course he is, there is no one I would sooner trust at my back.

[He frowns, trying to work out what Jaskier is doing without the convenience of eyesight. He licks the shaft of his cocksicle.] Ice and fruit, yes. They sell it at a stall thirty meters that way. [He points and, indeed, just a short distance in that direction, there they all are. In all their cold, phallic glory.]