"Yeah, he really did not take my dying well," Mingjue said, contemplating his near-empty bowl. "But since it hasn't happened yet for him, shouldn't be as bad. He's tough. And you're not dead here."

With that verdict, he reaches for one of the last bits of whatever, bound and determined to eat his fill despite the 'dangers' if he's decided to eat at all.

"You'll have your chance to explore sex, at least," Mingjue continues, as serious as he usually is, though he does flick his eyes over to A-Yao to acknowledge the amusement buried in that particular observation. "And whatever else. Make less mistakes."

He sets down his bowl, finally satisfied.