"I have no idea what to tell him about anything," he said, his voice low and echoing the hurt that he couldn't hide. Silently, he eyed the bottles of wine, warring with the idea of passing out and the very logical reasoning that he will wake up the next morning in an even worse mood than before.

"Do you know I tried to stay away from him the first time he asked me my name? I wanted to stay away so much because of the rules and instead I just talked about home and him and then this whole thing happened."

Screw it. He'll deal with his moods when he wakes up the way he always does - by finding a way to keep busy. Maybe he will go after some ayakashi. Shen Wei reached over for a bottle of wine and takes a cautious sip.

His nose wrinkles, he eyes the bottle, and tries another sip. "This doesn't taste like alcohol."