Wei Wuxian's gaze, now taking on a tinge of red, flicks up at the question, and his eyes crinkle again with good humor. He bows, his hair sweeping down over his shoulder in a graceful arc, unable to break away from the music right at this moment. He's almost entirely sure what he's called up isn't nearly powerful enough to do more than look fearsome, but...
Well. The consequences of being wrong are a bit too high to put that much faith in it.
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Well. The consequences of being wrong are a bit too high to put that much faith in it.