[ Wen Kexing studies Stephen while Zhou Zishu says his piece. He's chewing on some thought much more openly and recklessly than his partner, staring like a wild cat looking at some strange new thing trying to decide if it is a threat or prey. It's only when Zhou Zishu snatches the bottle away that he turns his head, snapping out a low bastard! at the other man at the table before he turns on a loud protest. ]

Shut up! I'm not baiting him, I want to know what he can do! Making fake walnuts is just a trick, isn't it? If he can do something really impressive, why shouldn't I ask him?

[ There's a tension behind those words, one where he stares hard at Zhou Zishu, leaving some unspoken, forbidden thing between them. Then he looks back to Stephen, putting on a sour pout. ]

It matters. We need to find someone that can manage difficult.

[ His pointed words get cut off suddenly, as if Wen Kexing was stung by an insect. He draws his arm back from the table with a rough motion, then hisses through his teeth and swats at Zhou Zishu. ]

I just want to know you aren't relying on one technique and don't actually know any others.