"Dropped 3% after you faked the severity of your wound."
"Dropped 2% for requesting lamb skewers when she explicitly said congee."
"Dropped 1% for excessive dramatics."
"Raised 1% for not resisting treatment."
"Raised 1% for letting her tighten the bandage without flinching."
"Current net result: -4% since arrival."
"Okay. Hold on." he muttered, sitting up straighter. "I bled. I made her laugh. I even took the alcohol without screaming. And I smiled. That deserves more than a twenty."
"Host's idea of affection-building is flawed."
"Excuse me?"
"Qingran values honesty, competence, and restraint. You did not bled for her, you could have easily taken down those zombies easily, you did not make her laugh, were you supposed to scream when a little alcohol touches your wound? L! Your smile has no effect on Qingran."
He groaned and covered his face with his hand. "Geez."
"Correct. So in summary, you did nothing."
