Kazutora? Well, you certainly have good manners. Who taught you? Perhaps they can teach me how to wield such sweet compliments. If I were more wary, I might assume you were trying to rob me.

[He can't help feeling satisfied by both the easy flattery and his own work, taking the opportunity to brush his fingertips just slightly at the edge of Kazutora's hair, admiring how the whole look comes together. He can tell the young man isn't a fragile noble's son, but he is still handsome and carries himself with decent confidence that he recognizes as fighting potential.]

Wen. Wen Kexing. Now that you have your prize, are you still going to sell scarves?