A few years... That amount of time means something to him. He feels sure he was on a quest and part of him feels he has found his answer, yet not entirely. The details elude him and as he watches Wei Ying's finger travel along a horn, he feels like meditation would serve him well.

At least it would cool his ardor. Has he ever been this attracted to someone he didn't know? Surely not. At the table, he sits down and breathes in the scent of the food.

Spices. He reaches to taste one of the vegetables, immediately shocked at the heat of it. Yet he isn't angry nor does he want the food to be changed.

"Liquor." he surprises himself with that request, "You like it, don't you?"