Though Jin Guangyao had no intention of becoming inebriated, but he was definitely feeling the effects. Did someone spike his drink? And of course everyone at this gathering is conveniently masked, with the enchantment on them making the list of potential culprits just about anyone. His own had gotten misplaced, too... somewhere along the line.

Swaying unsteadily as his brother caught his shoulder, he goes to catch a handful of Jin Zixuan's robes as well, though appears to hesitate in restraint -- though in reality it's more like restraining himself from recoiling at the tufts of feathers and birdlike claws. It's really quite horrific, in the monstrous part of his mind, to be accosted like that by a bird.

But he isn't an animal, he reminds himself, and tries his best to maintain a pleasing demeanour though his gaze is slightly unfocussed and true feelings not so delighted. "Zixuan. What a pleasant surprise to see you here. Let's... yes, I should speak with you as well. Why don't we go outside for a walk?"

He'd omitted a fair bit the last time they spoke. If others were going to insist that Jin Zixuan deserved to hear the truth, with the possibility of even worse accusations being laid against him otherwise, maybe there really was no choice once more but to say a few additional things.