Bemused by the squeeze and the wink and the flirting, Mingjue chuckled. "More for you," he agreed, before nodding his thanks and going to investigate the faucets. It's not a dismissal so much as a shift of attention; these are A-Yao's rooms, after all. He's easy in A-Yao's space with its uncanny echo of the Meng Yao he'd left behind.

Mingjue prods at the faucets with an air concentration before he turns another drily amused smile A-Yao's way.

"Non-distracting. Right." He snorts lightly in amused doubt. "We'll see who distracts who—"

Pausing, he frowns lightly. "My rooms?"