"Mn..." He walks up and settles himself at the table. He trusts that Wei Ying won't lead him astray with the drink. Since the man was lamenting his lack of the familiar wine then he is sure that this is something far less exciting for him. His fingers wrap around the cup as he feels the warmth from the drink inside.

But his intense stare is still quite stuck to Wei Ying as he studies the colors that dance and move along him. It's beautiful in a way to watch them and perhaps he is feeling a little more distracted by that then he should.

As if to snap him from his gaze he lifts the cup to his lips so that he may take a sip. Not at all afraid of the drink even if it turns out to be something besides the tea he is used to.