Deserving of respect...has anyone ever actually respected him? Perhaps Xingchen during the time he didn't know who he was. Does that even count? He looks down at the table as he dwells on those words a little. Even if it wasn't much respect, even a little is something.

He picks up his tea and takes a sip. It's cooled off a little too much now but he doesn't mind. He smiles a little against the cup, as if wanting to hide how much he is feeling pleased by this conversation. When he lowers the cup back down he seems to be contemplating something.

"What do you think the next easiest rule to follow would be?" Since it is going to take baby steps for him..