He's well aware of the advantage, or rather, his perceived advantage. Is Mo Xuanyu much of a drinker? He'd think perhaps his size might help, but look at Lan Zhan, he was close to Wei Wuxian's size and couldn't even handle a single cup!

Either way, it sounded like it would be a fun time, and best of all, a way to forget his current troubles.

"Twice as many?" he scoffed, "so cocky already. As if I'm scared of wine with a little more kick! I welcome the challenge!"

He's quick to fold his arms across his puffed-out chest. It was hard to worry about losing face if Wei Wuxian would be the winner either way.