[No??? No????? How the hell is he supposed to interpret that as "I'm listening" LAN WANGJI. He's too smitten for this, leaning back a little almost on reflex since the intensity of his stupid drunken stare is too much.]

—How are we supposed to hold a conversation like this, Lan Zhan? You aren't even saying anything. Say something, would you?

[PLEASE he is DYING. And yet he doesn't bother trying to take his own stupid hands back or moving away himself.]