( Wen Kexing has no such qualms about the strength of the liquor, knocking it back with practised ease. Five's question makes him laugh after, a sharp chuckle. )

Ah, there have been attempts at fraternity. A fine fellow with tusks told me I have lovely long legs. Though I'm not sure if he wanted to eat them or ensnare me into servitude. ( Splashing more wine into his cup, he keeps his posture easy, open, though there's a very slight narrowed edge to his gaze as he sweeps it over the gambling hall. ) A shame, but I think his days are numbered. There are so many nefarious people around here.

( Wen Kexing one of them. But he smiles, cheerful. )

You? Notice anything useful among the rabble selling their souls?