( He takes the offered arm with an easy laugh, as though he hasn't just been caught breaking several rules by the sect leader himself. Wen Kexing ducks close, humming thoughtfully at the blush on his ears. )

Ah, Zewu-Jun. If I must. But if that's what frightens your disciples you might want to send them on more, what do you call them, those night hunts? ( Wen Kexing has never claimed to be a proper cultivator, and he leans into it now. His ignorance lends him an air of innocence either way, one he uses to his advantage in situations like this. ) A poor lost wanderer stumbling where he shouldn't is hardly cause for that much alarm.

( Except he absolutely did so on purpose. )

Aiy, I'll behave. ( Then, lowly. ) If you promise to make it worth my while later.