"Who said I wanted more?" There's a defensive edge to it, a fluster, knowing it a call-back and grumbling about it as he likes. But he'll take a sit with the drink on the nearby set-up on small unfoldable chairs, nothing more than fabric and a frame.

Better than what they usually get, honestly.

It could be the end though, leaving it to Wuxian to continue to discussion, or just assuming that's that. But there's a question - not a burning one, but curiosity. Wondering, as indelicate as it might be phrased:

"Do you think this is right?"

His eyes are on Wuxian, a dip to his brow. "I mean... did the Ministry say what'd happen if we did nothing? And now things are getting worse..."

There's a pause, and he exhales, frustrated. "I don't get what's going on."