He nuzzles back, closing his eyes in the familiarity, in the warmth, the love, the happiness that floods his entire being. Jiang Cheng shifts back into his human form, knowing the chambers, as large as they are, would barely hold the both of them in their shifted forms for too long. He doesn't move from where he is, holding his dragon--his Lan Xichen--'s muzzle in his arms, pressing his human forehead against the dragon forehead, mindful of his horns.

"And I am your husband. When we stood there, I made those vows to you."

Tears are spilling down his cheeks but he doesn't reach up to wipe them away. Jiang Cheng doesn't let go of his dragon. Not now, not ever.