"Oh really?" Shen Yuan said with a skeptical laugh. "Jīnfǎ Gēshǒu told you that himself, did he? These sleeves --" Are the very height of fashion for young cultivators, he means to say, but then he stops. And stares at Astarion in confusion.

"How did I know who you were talking about?" he wonders out loud -- and then he stumbles and trips over his own two feet.