"This is exactly why I can never argue with Suyin," Su Jixin said, staring at the cup of tea as though waiting for it to transform into a serpent and strike at him. "Whenever I try to argue with her, she lays things out so calmly and clearly that I'm left with no room to object. I can forgive my wife and little sister for doing that to me, but it feels much worse seeing a junior not even twenty summers of age doing the same."
"If it helps, my mother does this to me too," Wu Ling offered candidly. "As Artists, we're deeply in tune with how people feel and it gives us an unfair advantage against people who aren't Artists. I have another advantage though, and it's far more impactful than my meager skill as an Artist."
