[ The more this man talks, the more Xue Yang wants to disagree just to spite him. But he's not certain whether or not they'll let him try again with someone else, and the excitement so many people seem to have for those boxes has been itching at his curiosity. He doesn't like people making him do things he doesn't want to, and he can already tell that this person is trying to use his eagerness for the prize to force his hand. He's watched Jin Guangyao talk circles around others before, so even if he's not a tactician he can at least recognize that if he tries to outwit someone who's already made moves as decisive as this, he's not going to win. Xue Yang can be clever, but his strengths lie in physical confrontation: this sort of battlefield isn't his forte.

The only good thing is it's not like he's actually been forced any further back than where he started this from. Xue Yang wants to keep it that way.

His sneer is dark as he looks the man over again. ]

I was gonna let you have your half from the start, but now you're pissing me off enough that I'm beginning to change my mind.

Shut up. You'll get your sweets.

[ And the sooner Xue Yang gets to licking that cream up, the sooner the feeling that he wants to punch this guy's face in will go away. Probably. ]