Wuxian hasn't been alright in years but he'll still insist he is and make himself believe it to keep himself from spiraling out of control, even if that spectacularly failed him more than a few times. If people are smiling and happy, then nothing else matters to him regarding his own suffering.

"Fine, whatever... You're right that I'd stab you. Tell me where it is at least, or give me Chenqing. But wait, you'll probably think I'll summon one of the dead on you, like I need my flute to do that."

The last little bit was under his breath as Xue Yang got off of him, but when he retired, Wuxian eyes the cup warily before accepting it. He's thirsty enough and if it was poisoned and it killed him, then so be it.

"I'm not sure if I believe you but if you haven't tried anything yet then... Maybe. What even is this place?" Distract from the current frustrations and get some information would help his mood even somewhat, or so he hopes. He sure as hell doesn't want to talk about his emotions to someone he's only known as an enemy.