That woosh you just heard was the sound of the joke flying right over Shen Qingqiu's head. He blinks. "A pile of leaves? What for? It's a little dark for playing."

This is emphatically not a rejection. His face is still open and caring, his body held close to Siebren's legs. He quite simply did not notice the innuendo -- a fact that may hopefully become more clear when he says, "I could try. Perhaps I could examine you with my qi? I'm no medical cultivator, but the sharing of energy might at least tell me something about how you've been changed."