"I know, I can tell. You're too honest." Ten could see it in his face, he gave in too swiftly, he meant to well and he was basically doomed if he didn't find his niche and survive. He reached out and petted Minjun's face before dropping his hand and picking up his drink. "I haven't worked out if that's good or bad yet."

He knocked back a few gulps of his drink and winced at how it burned his throat. He eyed up Minjun and set the glass down. "Still haven't worked out if you're good or bad yet either. I'll keep pondering, cutie."