He just smiles, swallowing more soup. The chances seemed low, but not impossible, and sometimes it was a matter of remembering form. There are other concerns, ones he doesn't let his mind dance near, that would dictate other happenings. Other punishments that being on train only made more likely, and so he doesn't linger on them. What's the point? He won't invite in trouble that he doesn't need.

"You might call him Lan Xichen. He's our sect head, though it's the elder one I'm treating in more that way... the one who carries more on his soul. The younger is basically in a weird way my... train generation? He's barely older than me."