"I don't have to prove anything to you." Only he did. He had to. Nie Huiasang was looking at him like that and talking like that. He didn't know why but his brain was just full of impulses but none of them were to attack this time. "It's my whip." And yet, he reached out and pulled it off his belt, holding it out and hoping he looked challenging. "I'm not afraid of it."

Take off his shirt? Why-- what? He frowned, looking confused. "Why the fuck would I take my shirt off? Wei Wuxian had his on." Did he actually plan to do this? Was he going to get whipped? He didn't know if he actually wanted that.