[He glances across the table, gold eyes studying the man across from him — the seriousness of an expression and tone of words belied by that jovial nature Wei Wuxian first presented when they woke. The man is intelligent, and Sunday appreciates such forthright honesty more than he can say.

As little as he knows about ghosts, there is something ominous in Wei Wuxian's assertion. Cultivator may be another new term for him as well, but in the context of everything else described, he can assume it is some occupation to keep that excessive yin energy in check. So the danger he suspected is real.]

I've been wondering... since those ghost 'hands' forced many of us to attend that party against our will, if there might be other — more insidious — goals in mind. As you said, we are in its domain. It has control over us here.

[Bro relax, having sex is not evil.]

Even more reason to have you introduce me to one of them. Please let me know when you're finished eating. [Says the one who has barely touched his food...] I'd like to look into it sooner than later.