"Of course I agree." Honestly, Mingjue is about ready to agree to anything Xichen wants if he keeps petting him. The fingers in his hair are drawing weeks, months, years of stress out of him and he never wants it to stop. At Xichen's kiss, he responds by nuzzling, lips on Xichen's shoulder and throat, smattering kisses across all the skin he can reach. Because: "Maybe. You don't know it's a dream." But he drops the hint of belligerence after only the moment, and adds much, much more seriously, "So what if it is a dream?"