[ hong lu's hand is pushed aside. disappointment sets in the line of hong lu's shoulders, much in the way of overt text written across a blank canvas. ]

I will, I will. [ but hong lu obediently tucks his hands behind him. it is, after all, the first stated path towards friendship. he will be on his best behaviour. ] Then, in the meantime, will you show me the rest of the exhibits? Ah, you can also issue a few death threats to me. That will make it 'thrilling', right?