Though as a child, he was raised as a young master in the capital, that way of living was swiftly cut short. He's lived most of his adult life in a state of privation, eating golden sand in the Northwest; or, more recently, racing back and forth across the country, lucky to have time to drink even a bowl of plain water. A cup of tea, conscientiously prepared like this, is a luxury regardless of its preparation. Naturally he mentions none of this, instead simply lifting his cup and smelling the aroma. After a moment, he takes a careful sip as if he were a connoisseur. Then he lifts his eyes and smiles.

"Mm, good."

It's all he can do, to keep from chuckling. The boy really does seem flustered. Curiosity piqued, Gu Yun is certainly not going to let Walter get away until he finds out what's going on. He takes another, longer sip, and sets the cup down.

"So, what's on your mind?"