Shang Qinghua is not the blushing type, but he is speechless by the end of this. He wants to tell Claudius he doesn't have to lay it on quite so thick—surely it's clear Shang Qinghua is a done deal—but also, why shouldn't he? Why shouldn't Shang Qinghua get showered in compliments for once?? He deserves it, right? He's had the short end of the stick at every turn, and unlike Cucumber-bro he hasn't even gotten a sexy demon boyfriend out of it! Sure, Claudius seems to think Proud Immortal Demon Way is a work of literary significance, rather than a cheap and lazy cash grab—but it could have been, if Shang Qinghua had the time and money to sit around perfecting his artistic vision. If, in fact, he was allowed to take his time being flattered and seduced by hot men from the world of real literature. If he'd had that life, maybe PIDW would be the work Claudius is describing. And that means Shang Qinghua absolutely deserves the credit he's getting.

He leans closer, letting Claudius keep hold of his hand. "This artist's mind can think of many possibilities." His lips part.