[Mingjue narrows his at him like he's trying to see through him, or remember a detail he's forgotten (it's been a long few months, honestly). The laughter really isn't helping.]

Dildos and tentacles. [Oh that's dry (and a little disdainful).] Forgive me if I'm not impressed.

[A moment later, he frowns, about a breath from the connection he knows is there to make if he had something to jog his memory.]

Your name.

[Yeah, that's not a question. His expression grows stormy.]

I think I was supposed to have a chat with A-Yao about you.

[OOC: Did I go read all my old threads to figure out what he might actually remember? I did!! Ahaha.]