Take responsibility, how?

[ He suspects he knows what Wen Kexing wants, but he'd rather have it clearly spelled out than to misunderstand and make a fool of himself. Wen Kexing's hair is soft under his hand, a heavy sheet of silk, and he strokes stray strands out of his Lao Wen's face to look down at him, cupping his cheek. ]

What do you want from me?