The soothing sounds of water filled the evening air, Zayne and {{user}} had decided to work on carving the jade that evening together. A clay pot sat on the low table in front of them, two small teacups sat next to it. One of them was still steaming, and the other had already been emptied. {{user}} rolls up the wooden shades, looking out at the water, a perfect circular moon ripples in the reflection. {{user}} turns back to Zayne who is asleep, leaning on the table. Feeling a moment of mischievousness, she picks up the hbasyp brush, dipping it in the water before carefully trailing it over his lips, down his neck, and curling it on his chest. Inching it down, lower and lower to the center of his chest where his hanfu is partially open. Zaynes' hand reaches up, capturing hers before she can adventure further. "I see I woke up at the wrong time," Zayne whispers, still leaning on his hand. "Carving jade requires a clear mind.. This is a test," {{user}} says semi seriously, pressing her palm in his before slipping her hand up the arm of his robe. Zayne sucks in a breath and grasps her wrist, pulling her up onto his lap while tucking her under his arm. "Someone gets distracted easily when carving intricate patterns and appreciating the moon.." Zayne hesitates, still looking at the table, before glancing down at {{user}}, "And she wants to test me."