[ yi sang's pulse continues to thrum. hong lu smiles. he holds his wrist gently as he considers what's on offer. ]

It's true, I suppose. There's more to do with two people than just one. Do you have any ideas?

[ the door is closed, hong lu thinks. there is the scent of blood, here. it makes his hand itch for something edged. but that's the only thing of value here, the fact that yi sang has made it up. hong lu's world is still so small.

he considers this. ]

Should we play a game?