"Technically, you're a cheeky bastard." Jacob retorts, not impressed with the fact that yes, Wen Kexing might not have been actively following him, but of all the taverns in this city, of all the nights to decide to go to this, here is Wen Kexing. That's some pretty high odds.

But instead of answering, he picks up a peanut, idly peeling off the skin. Wen must know, why else is he here? He can't use the same endorsements

"You really don't know much about the fun I like to have." He says softly, eyes still on the scraps of husk, "I'm here to join Decimus' lads."