Claudius casts a ruefull look on a half-eaten bulb. "I know a few things," he says. "I know tulip bulbs are toxic to humans and cats but squirrels, it seems, can't help nibbling on them for their savor. And," he says more proudly, "I do have the fortune of calling Hanguang-jun a friend." He has to practice saying it the way Magnus does, not in the breathless tones he's heard Wei Wuxian use. Hanguang-jun. Still a little flirty, but in context, he hopes it sounds fond.