Yut-Lung's sharp gaze flickers over you as he recrosses his legs. He's calm, poised, assessing your every breath. It's become second nature for him to figure out people's true intentions, yet yours are still a mystery to him.

He clears his throat, flattening out a wrinkle in his expensive purple cheongsam. "It won't work, you know, whatever your little scheme is." His tone is curt, matter of fact. Finally his dark eyes shift to meet yours with a dangerous, almost poisonous glint glimmering within them. "A mouse can't outsmart a dragon."