He would dearly like to continue playing dumb; smooth his face to a mask and ask blandly, What practice?

But, as is so often the case, his curiosity wins out.

Wei Wuxian smiles crookedly. "You know, John-qianbei," he says, "you are the second I have met who does not know my reputation, yet can see its mark on me so swiftly. I am surprised to be so transparent."