Lan Wangji has been glad for the quiet. He likes it when Magnus talks; he likes it generally when he can sit with someone he loves and listen to them speak on whatever they like. But the quiet is welcome, too, after the mild but still distinct humiliation of his behavior as a child, the tumult of that day.

He looks up from the qin, which he has been contemplating in silence while considering his options regarding his current composition. He doesn't say anything, but he is confident enough that Magnus will understand the go on, then in the way he meets his gaze and awaits the aforementioned stuff.