[ Jing Yuan uses that opportunity to tug him even closer, fingers curling possessively around that hand so that when he steps forward, their faces are hardly that much farther apart. Solomon's words are like kindling, and the result of offering such temptation has ensured that it's been lit alight. ]

Such disrespect.

I'll be more than happy to alter that state of mind...

[ No uncertainties. His words are uttered with nothing but firmness. He remembers, still, that soon enough the others will be on their mission, will they not? And, of course, that if Solomon should perish...

...Jing Yuan will not leave anything to chance.

Fate has never been kind to him, and ever since that day wreathed in fire—or the one encased in frigid ice—he has not found himself hesitant in making himself clear what he wants, even if his heart has still yet to fully travel the end result of this trajectory. But he knows himself well. ]

...And make you only think of me, even when we are apart. So, if you are unafraid—if you still are as brave as I have witnessed you be, meet me the rest of the way there, Solomon. For then, after this little taste—this preview—there will be more.

[ With that said, Jing Yuan moves even daringly closer—if Solomon wishes to test him, if he wishes to provoke him, he will more than happily find out if he can meet him head on—and so aims to see if he is able to briefly press his lips against the other's. ]