A sweater! Ah, how nice. I hope it isn't making you sweat too much. [ WHAT WAS THAT DAD JOKE

when wen ning bows to him, xie lian returns the favor! he's polite, placing his hands together with all the royal formalities of a prince despite the fact that he looks like a hobo. ] En, daozhang is fine. Xie-daozhang, if you would prefer.

[ it's close enough, anyway. he rises from his bow with a kind smile. ] What can I call you?