That's the nice thing about being who and what they are though, isn't it? They have plenty of time for both.

Zishu's eyes also narrow when he watches his soulmate put his hand right back under that stream of water. At least this time there isn't an accompanying hiss, though that face softens his expression enough he snorts softly before leaning in to kiss his soulmate.

"Just don't destroy it, Lao Wen. That would be harder for you to fix."

And would likely result in them needing to find another place to live. He pulls away and settles on the functional couch, then pulls his flute out to begin as bid.