[ honestly, jing yuan hasn't been hungover in.. centuries, like as not. while he enjoys his drink often enough, he hasn't overimbibed in a very long time. poor midnight! at least he is drinking his water, that pleases him. offering a warm smile as praise, jing yuan sits comfortably on the bed beside his new friend, one leg folded beneath him, and he takes a nice good drink of water. ]

Well, that's very kind of you to say, my friend. [ he laughs, light and easy. ] I shall take your words to heart.

[ jing yuan unfortunately knows that he is conventionally attractive.. it's problematic, back home, where people sell photographs of him for good luck. ]

My name is Jing Yuan, of the Xianzhou Alliance. May I have the honor of knowing yours?