"Pretty? You only think I'm pretty?" His expression perks up, flattered despite the way he tries to press for more. "It's because the clothes here don't suit me. I usually buy elegant robes befitting a proper scholar, you know. I don't dress in such thin cloth. I am usually more impressive."

Layers and accessories do wonders to convince people that he's a true gentleman. Before he even had the money to help sell the image. But very few people in his life have paid him compliments freely, and Wen Kexing can't help showing a giddy energy through his attempt at teasing. That energy strengthens to excitement as he watches the dart change shape, eyes widening in honest fascination. When he looks up to Jesper's eyes, he's lost the tension he had when talking about his past.

"Grisha." He tries out the word, smiling as he says it. "If you came home with me, you might become a ghost too. It wasn't a good place, but I would keep you safe."

Picking up the dart between his fingers, Wen Kexing looks down the street they are standing at the end of. He takes a moment to focus his qi into it and tosses the dart, using the extra energy to drive it into the side of a building. He can't do any magic, but he does have strength. That much he's confident in.

"I wouldn't let anyone hurt you or use you. Your beauty and your gift are special."