He's sorely tempted to continue to needle Lan Zhan, especially now that he'd admitted he'd rather run around on all fours than deal with Wei Wuxian's spice addiction. Instead he hurries along to follow him off the field, leaving behind his bow and arrows.

"You're in luck. Wei-gege is feeling particularly merciful today," he has a bounce in his step as he tags along at Lan Zhan's side.

"What else does Lan Zhan want to know?" he's curious now, "that can't be the only thing you wanted to ask."