"You're correct." Shortly. "And you know Madam Nonagesimus. She is a necromancer. I'm sure you can learn all you would need to know from her."

It is getting increasingly absurd that he is standing here, nearly shaking with the force of his cold fury, while holding a comically large pot of tea and a mug printed with obscenities. Wei Wuxian thumps them both down onto the bar and folds his arms, straightening to his full height.