"Wow, ouch," he makes a face. First it's one simple request and now it's following orders? What happened to a little bit of fun? And the lecture that follows, complete with a jab at his chest that leaves him rubbing a hand over the offended area.

He wants to follow up with a snappy retort, tell her she doesn't know what she's talking about, that of course he knows this is basically a hostage situation, that they won't get anywhere if they play by the rules and just hope things get better. Instead, her barbs are like the arrows of a skilled marksman, each hitting the intended target. So perhaps considering consequences and having good foresight aren't exactly talents in his wheelhouse, but he wouldn't intentionally do something to put Lan Zhan in danger.

Of course, rather than address any of that, he focuses on the question that has little to no bearing at all.

"I'm..." he raises a finger, "no, you know what, that's too complicated a question. How old do I look?"