"Oh," voice low, a leer across his face, "I'm sure you would, Xiao Frye. But unfortunately you're of more use to me off your back currently."

It's easy to play at being a lech when you're more well-known for it. Even here, where he hasn't been sleeping about, rumours abound. Wen Kexing lets them because it allows him more movement in certain situations, and besides, Zhou Zishu is not here. His honour does not need defended.

The explanation has an eyebrow arching, "Oh?" And then, more carefully, "I'd heard of that. There are a few, I believe. First come, first serve in the assassination world."