[ Wen Kexing lives by talking far too much at all times. To make up for years of silence, being sent around like a dog or tool only to be used, to convince himself of his own humanity and put on the trappings of something more than what he was. It may be an odd performance as a gentleman, but it's a start. He willfully ignores Geralt's show of disinterest, treating it as more invitation to keep going. ]

Ugh, in that crowded place? No, we left right away. I'm not seeking war or unnecessary death. I'm a scholar who values all lives.

[ He smiles, and makes a point to put extra emphasis behind it as well. See how kind and scholarly he is? ]

I wouldn't harm one of those flowers in your hair, master, and I certainly cannot become anyone's soldier.