It's rare for Wen Kexing to encounter anyone willing to flirt with him. He considers himself good looking, of course, and he's practiced making himself appear as attractive as possible--the image of a gentleman. But the reality is, in the jianghu everyone with a decent sense of martial arts skill could tell there was something off about him. The bloodthirsty energy that haunts him was just too hard to wash off. Very few people were willing to stand him at home, no matter what he looked like outwardly.

Jesper winking at him should be marked down as a milestone for his stay. Wen Kexing can't help but puff up a bit with excitement, preening at the attention he wasn't expecting. He stares right back into Jesper's eyes, somewhere between challenging and flirtation, as the object goes up and comes back down. It might come off a bit like a threat, with Wen Kexing's unblinking focus, but when the dart hits the ground and Jesper gives his casual response to the loss, Wen Kexing almost flutters over, hovering as he watches the man effortlessly hit his mark with perfect accuracy.

"Would you believe I'm very familiar with working out my hands? I had a fan, but when we arrived here, I seem to have lost it. But I've spent many hours turning it just right. If you teach me how to put that to new use, I'll repay you. Ah, but tell me now how many people you have waiting. I fear for my life already. Half the city will be angry I'm stealing some of your time."