[A smile quirks at his lips.]

With how often you outwit me in chess, I'd have to have some guts to underestimate you, wouldn't I?

[It won't turn him from his decisions, or from the fact that while he doesn't mind the time together, he cannot stay. But though he acts despite the negative reception, it's an important pause for him, to be kept accountable for his own well being.

It happens so rarely, to see it from another person... let alone one who has seen what Jing Yuan has.]

I would be honored to hear some stories from you. [A pause, his hands clenching at the fabric still between his hands. His fingers are stiff, and even maneuvering one of the gloves the right direction feels like a large task, his fine motor skills dampened by the chill.] Though, before that... If I could borrow of your generosity for a moment...

[He reaches up to pull the hood of his cloak down to his shoulders.]

May I ask that you make sure I put these on appropriately? I'm going to lose them in the wind, at this rate.

[It's a light and joking tone - alluding in jest to him being careless, to hide a request for help in his vulnerability.]