[Wei Wuxian was the talkative type, this unsurprisingly did not stop in the bedroom, so he's more than happy to have this conversation. He settles himself at the table and takes a sip of the liquor with a satisfied sigh before he answers, though, drawing it out deliberately. He gives Lan Zhan an impish smile]

I was just considering some of my favourite memories and thought it was only fair that I share one you were involved in.