( A snicker, easily amused, he lets it slide just as quick, watching closely as Lan Wangji works through some of his thoughts. )

Ah.

( The hand.

Wen Kexing does not look at the box by the bed, secured as well as he could get it, but there's a flash of understanding that moves across his face that might be caught if quickly. ) It might be. It's not something easily disposed of, Master Lan. Surely even you would object to dumping it out in the street.

( Though his reasons for keeping it are vastly different. )