With a snort at the compliment, Mingjue drops his hand away rather than touch, even with Xichen's approval. He decides it's almost be a shame to disrupt them, especially when the picture the two of them made together is so very...affecting. So until A-Yao decided to dismount, he finds himself content to simply watch. And maybe start to untie his belt and deal with the first of his layers.

He doesn't get far before he has to reach out to help the shaky A-Yao only to get his marching orders.

"That I can do," he says, pushing up from his knees and backing away enough so he doesn't hit Xichen in the face as he doffs his robes. There's no show to it, not this time, just him shucking each layer of his night-hunting robes with military efficiency. He's hard—of course he's hard—and he pauses with his hands on his waistband before he's ready to drop his drawers, the bulge in his pants more than a little obvious.

He pauses, though. For dramatic effect.