"Oh, of course," Yrael agrees, all cheerful amusement. "And it sometimes can simply be quite fun to be underestimated."

Said entirely as though Jin Guangyao wouldn't already know that.

"Wen Ning, you are well?" the creature shaped like a pale young man says to the pale fierce corpse of a young man. "I didn't want to leave you trying to juggle too many tasks with too few hands."

The food might have gotten cold.