[as serious as the current situation is, and as steady and stoic as both their death-inured professional personas may be, Lan Wangji's brow still knits for a moment as Dante passes his phone over. even if he was good enough with phones to make such spying viable at his current skill level, he's a hunter and an investigator, not a snoop. how dare, etc. etc.

very drily:]

No interest in your messages.

[he does capture Dante's contact information efficiently enough, though -- he's looking towards the future. he's giving Dante one tip now, and while he's not the type to think of such exchanges in quite a tit-for-tat, information-broker sort of way, he does very much hope that Dante will follow up with him if he hears anything else about the leads he's given.

a moment later, he confirms that the picture he just texted to Dante went through, and hands the phone back without further sexting-related commentary.]

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Transcribed the reverse, as well. Was left from the impact.