((Horns like this, probably a little smaller since they're still growing out.))

"Yes." Wei Wuxian waves his hand and a pot of liquor appears, along with two cups. "Prepare to be disappointed, it's not good. My own brewing."

Removing the cork one-handed, he pours for them both. It's a surprise that his guest would demand such a thing, but his guest is extremely strange. Most people beg and rail against their circumstances. This one just wants to touch faces and drink liquor. Wei Ying is delighted by him. He wants to poke at him and find out all his eccentricities. This is already better entertainment than he's had in years.