Your abilities. ( A minute frown, inconsequential. Then, weighted: ) Which equal those of Five.

( Marginally, to an extent. At least from what Lan Wangji has been questionably fortunate enough to both witness and experience.

There is a moment when the creature pins him with a long gaze, and Lan Wangji first looks back as if to question why the beastly thing takes any manner of issue with truth — only to understand, placidly, that it judges him. The incredulity of his questions.

...ah. To be so petty and straightforwardly disbelieving that even a supernatural entity wishes you tame. )

To what end? Theft or termination?