He wasn't objecting to being hit on, he was objecting to being treated as though he ought to be afraid of being hit on. That doesn't necessarily mean either that he'll enjoy being tossed into the barracks alone or that he won't, just that he didn't like the social effect of people feeling he needed to be constantly protected and on guard due to his gender and presentation."Gan Guangli?" Ling Qi asked, nonplussed. "Is there something wrong?"
"No, no," he dismissed with a nervous chuckle as they met in the hall. "Sir Osrik was just insistent that I find you if I was leaving."
Ling Qi raised an eyebrow.
Gan Guangli's shoulders sagged, and when he spoke it was at a much lower volume than his usual boom. "Is this what it is like to be an unmarried young lady? Treated as if you cannot possibly fend for yourself?"