Huaisang hands over the paper and pen, since he does have enough of both to spare, and he's very curious about the bunny-boy spirits that Ma-chu likes. "What do you mean that you're used to being surrounded by it? You ... have a lot of sex? Or you're employed at a brothel?" He's trying to come up with other explanations for the statement, but none of them make sense yet. Still, he scoots over close against Ma-chu's side on the couch, gently patting his blanket over Ma-chu's lap to help share the warmth and so that he can watch with intent interest at whatever it is Ma-chu intends to draw.