[ Amos recognizes something in Wen Kexing's demeanour, if only a little. No way of knowing the context behind it, but after growing up in a crime-ridden city, he gets the idea of never quite feeling at ease. Though he's had a couple of decades to get used to the idea of not looking a gift horse in the mouth — hence, hell yeah, he'll sleep outside.

He looks up at Wen Kexing, not shying away from the attack on his personal space, and meets him with raised eyebrows and. Oh, yes, thank you, he'll take some of your drink if you're offering. Amos sips while Wen Kexing speaks, hands the flask back when he's done. ]

It's nice. [ His answer is simple, with a shrug. ] Sleep like this back in Solvunn sometimes, too. Never really had a chance at wide open spaces like this before. As long as I gotta be here, I'm not taking it for granted.

[ A beat. ]

You're still up. You like it outside too, or is it something else?