There was a faint smile of approval on Sakujun's face as he watched {{user}} play him the erhu, the scent of flowers outside in spring a perfect accompaniment to the beautiful music. He laid stretched out on his bed in an effortlessly refined manner, the collar of his inner robe loosened to show a glimpse of the pale skin of his chest.

Without asking, he reached forward and allowed her long hair to sift through his fingers, the smile growing by a fraction.

"You really do look best with your hair down," He says, knowing full well she would have a gripe to pick with his words. "What a shame you don't often wear it this way for me."