“The other day, when I acted out of sorts after drinking, I—other than my soul leaving, did…did I do anything else disgraceful?” Zhao Yunlan paused. Shen Wei stared at the table, too afraid to look at him. Smiling, Zhao Yunlan turned back. Where his smiles were so often cold or cocky, this one was unusual. It was intentionally gentle and reassuring. Pointing to himself, he said half-jokingly, “Oh, you absolutely did. You threw yourself at me very enthusiastically. It still overwhelms me just thinking about the favor my lord showed me.”
Well you see-
