[ Hmmm, interesting. People Lan Wangji is grateful to, in his way, and also -- a son. Something which intrigues him.

He sets the gem he was holding back in its pouch, picks up his pencil and flicks to a page at the back of his notepad, scribbling quickly in draconic runes as he frowns at the pearls and thinks. ]

Emilia I know best. She is proud, careful, elegant, strong.

[ He thinks a moment, tilts his head. ]

Beitang Moran is equally proud, pragmatic, a strategist. I'd say more reserved in his tastes.

[ Another scribble. ]

Allison I know less well. Loyal to her family, careful with her words, strong.

[ A pause, he tips his head thoughtfully. ]

Either as a group we all have more in common than we think, or you favour people with particular traits. Tell me about your son.