Shang Beida rinses out the cloth and puts some soap on it, retrieves the needle from the floor, then comes back over to Casper, kneeling on the ground in front of him. "You good for me to wipe you down and get the bits of plant out of your legs, 心爱?" He's looking up at Casper, hair loose around his shoulders, face earnest and open, probably the most exposed and honest he's been in decades.