[He laughs, thrilled at the other man's reaction.]

Am I not allowed to wear the colors of my husband? How else will people know I belong to him? Why else would my lovely cloak have white fur other than to show who owns me and my heart?

[He wraps his arms around Lan Zhan when his skin is finally bare. He loves the feel of their skin pressed against each other. The grin on his face is an attempt at innocent, but it just looks impish instead.]

Was I supposed to ask permission?