The air Wen Kexing has is admittedly more comical than impressive. He's not that well-versed in any gentlemanly norms, but he's studied and practiced on his own to emulate them. It's a bit like a wolf learning to dress in silk. He quotes well, carries himself neatly, but certain behaviours and basic knowledge still escapes him. His figurative tail manages to show despite his best efforts. What is genuine is his enthusiasm. He is openly fascinated by Jesper, who is both skilled and handsome--what a combination!--and unlike his lovely, but reserved A-Xu, the conversation is free spirited and a bit wild. It's a good learning experience, really.

He gladly trots right up to the marksman, holding up his hands palms turned to the sky as if he were a child proving they are clean. They are. Maybe overly so, if one really considers their surroundings. He's gone far out of his way to maintain a pristine appearance, manicured nails and all. It's almost enough to detract a bit from the tight muscle lines, proving he does more than simply frolic around and trade compliments.

"It was a silk fan, but the bones were steel." He smiles, but his voice lowers and his eyes wander around them, marking every movement. Wen Kexing might not know much about social niceties, but he does know about revealing his hand. He perks up at the mention of the gun, though. "You mean like they build for the soldiers? Are you going to join them? That sounds dangerous, master. What if you get hurt?"