[It takes all of Dan Feng's strength to keep his breath from catching again in his chest when Yingxing moves his hair over his shoulder to view the tattoo more easily. Though he doesn't quite manage to keep the faint hitch out entirely. It's ridiculous... why was it only this man who made him feel this way?]

It's.. important to me. And I did promise to follow your instructions, after all.

[He takes a slow breath when Yingxing steps back, trying to calm the way his heart fluttered. There really was something about the artist that continually drew his interest... and it was getting to the point where Dan Feng wasn't certain it was just a passing fancy.

The question draws his eyes back to the other as he turns to face toward him once again.]

I am, though I have been for some years now. Keeping myself busy, I suppose.

[Certainly an understatement. Having finished high school with enough college credits for an associate's degree, he was nearing finished with enough study to get his master's by this point. Though he had cut down to only a full-time student's class load, once he took his part-time job... but it would be soon enough.]