It wasn't the first time he'd been compared to a child and it wouldn't be the last. His parents had been apt in his given name, well, that or he'd chosen to live up to it. Either way. He makes a sufficiently impressed sound as she drains her cup, chuckling at the one she makes as she sets her cup down.

"Fine, fine, fine," he sighs resignedly.

He's been drinking... fairly heavily since his early teens, and can drain his wine without so much as a flinch, but the alcohol served here is very different, some stronger, some weaker, some with exciting flavors and some that make him wrinkle his nose. Never one to turn down a challenge, he takes his time, draining his cup and then sets it down in return, with only a couple wheezy coughs to show for it.

The buzz takes its time, but he can already feel his insides warming up, starting in his stomach and prickling over his skin, giving him what will soon be a rosy complexion.

"Satisfied?" he asks, and yes, he did dribble a little out the side of his mouth, but it's a negligible few drops, best effort so far.

Wei Wuxian waves for another, never liking the look of an empty glass, and takes the time to think on what this Biotic thing means. It doesn't seem all that different from Wen Ning's condition, really. Faster, deadlier, scarier than anyone he'd been set against, an ideal warrior, though the cost to become it was far more than anyone should have to pay.

"Is it hard to control that?" he asks, genuinely interested.