For some reason he never expected to be touched and automatically moves as guided, too surprised to protest (if he even would, he's not sure). Sitting in place at the preferred angle Jin Guangyao wants, Xichen feels a little too warm all over and doesn't look forward to managing his own temperature while under scrutiny; a sweaty model wouldn't be pleasant!

So, he shrugs off the shoulders of his outer-robe, letting it ripple around his elbows. Not so proper.

"This will prove better practice than straight lines everywhere."

It's not even a lie.