( He thinks, fleetingly, to sharpen the weapon that circumstance and convenience hand him by way of Wen Kexing's misplaced interest. To persuade the knife, already warily bending away from the stove flame as if foreseeing the opportunity for melting, that great dangers await.

But then he turns towards Wen Kexing, knife carefully balanced in the cup of his hands, sooner than wielded, and he murmurs: )

You anticipate a spectacle of torture? ( With gladness? )