[ wei wuxian half expects the family to be coming to the door at any second to scold them, and the last thing he wants to do is end up in an altercation of any form with jiang cheng at that very moment - it would not look good for either of them, as grown men, nor as affiliates of morningstar ( which, from what he understands, the displaced have been working very hard on elevating the status of -- ). so, when jiang cheng demands obeisance from him, he isn't surprised. ]

My submission pleases you, does it?

[ the words are dark, they'd be coy if he wasn't lowering himself to the snowy ground already with a soft sigh; if this is what he has to do, to perform, to get jiang cheng to agree to stay the night with him, then he's perfectly willing to prostrate himself before the master of the lotus pier on the off-chance that he'll consider staying. he tips forward, once on his knees and presses his brow and the bridge of his nose into the snow that has already begun to build on the road once more. against it, he is dark as a raven's wing, and with his hair shorn so much, it exposes the nape of his neck as he stretches there and speaks with as much gravity a she can muster.

( it should worry him, that it isn't difficult at all to comply with jiang cheng's command. ) ]

Sect leader Jiang, please come inside.

[ he speaks with his head raised, and bows a second time into his terse plea ]

For your continued well-being, I beg for you bear the burden of my existence until dawn breaks.

[ and a third time, whereupon he lifts his head and settles onto his knees there; easy and slack, his eyes dark and steady on his former brother-in-arms. ]