The banter in this novel is top-tier. It feels natural, not forced. Whether it’s arguing over braised beef, debating where Zhao should park his mouth, or the dry threat to scare people, the conversations flow with a quick rhythm. A lot of urban fantasy suffers from stilted dialogue when characters info-dump, but here they reveal worldbuilding through bickering. When Zhao says “I haven’t eaten anything in over a year, my mouth is so bland” and Xei replies “I wish you had a body too, so you wouldn’t be stuck on me like a tumor,” it’s exposition about their situation wrapped in a joke. The speech patterns also differ: Zhao is more dramatic and emotional (rolling around laughing, wailing), while Xie is more deadpan and exasperated. This contrast makes their interactions dynamic. Good comedy requires great dialogue, and these two deliver.