With Master Swamp Leech showing no signs of calming down, Han Yu decided to take the matter in his own hands.
"Master Swamp Leech," Han Yu said carefully, "Mistress Love Wine insults everyone equally. It is not personal."
The man slowly looked up.
"…really?"
"Yes."
Mistress Love Wine nodded casually.
"I insult Blood Pool every time I see him."
Daoist Blood Pool snorted.
"That is because you lack appreciation for masculine perfection."
"You flex hard enough to cause earthquakes," Mistress Love Wine replied. "Last time we met, your sleeve exploded because you tried to lift a wine jar seductively."
Daoist Snake Face quietly drank wine while his shoulders shook faintly with restrained laughter.
Master Swamp Leech finally calmed down a little.
Han Yu continued.
"You should not take it so seriously."
"…then Love Wine does not hate me?"
Mistress Love Wine sighed dramatically.
"I am only mildly disgusted by you."
That somehow seemed to comfort him.
"…oh."
