[The cold touch on his cheek makes him frown. Not because of the touch itself but how cold Gu Yun is.

But in the end, he does smile.]

Who would dare ask the Marquis of Order to ask for anything a third time?

[Certainly not him. He pulls one of Gu Yun's hand's from his cheek to lace their fingers together. He presses a kiss to the knuckles.]

I will, of course, obey my general and go back to bed.