Aw. He'd been hoping for something interesting. But he brushes the lack of most of a normal reaction aside, closing the bottle back up and setting it back in the basket.

Kexing notes the propriety of that introduction but only inclines his head in answer, fan snapping back out to waft up over him. That name means nothing to him - not yet. He'll remember it though. "I am Wen Kexing."

Ghost or human, he wonders. Leaning towards human, but there's something noble and strong about this Lan Wangji.

"A pleasure," he adds, perhaps a beat too slow.