"You kept it?" Wei Wuxian asks, cheeks pinking with surprised pleasure. He has a decent hand, one he was sure he'd wasted on Lan Wangji at the time, but apparently not so. "I will draw Hector's then," he says. "He is a fine gentleman, is he not? Is he Lan Wangji's friend?"

He must be, if he managed to get Hanguang-Jun to throw himself into a mystery hole, but Wei Wuxian impishly wants to hear him say it.