"I," Wufei said, holding his cup out, away from himself like someone was trying to make him spill it. "Am not cute," he said, pouting cutely. "I am a warrior!" Up the cup went, juice sloshing up and out, and reminding him that it was there when it spilled down his hand, and he pulled it in to take another long drink. "Warriors are not cute," he said after his sip. "We are fierce and terrifying and... and..." and there went his train of thought.