"It is the moonlight that gives A-Yao his glow...?"

Something like a pleased smile flickers at the corners of his mouth as a faint blue colours the tips of his ears. He schools his face into polite neutrality, pretending he does not already miss Jin Guangyao's hand on his wrist.

"...I have wondered, yes. But if that is the case, then there is the possibility that I am not myself."

His eyes dart down to the palms of his hands which he folds into his sleeves.

"If there is no evidence yet for such a turn of events, then I do not think it's a hypothesis worth pursuing."