The air of the baroque restaurant was tense as the two spies sat across from each other at a table— each with the task to kill the other.

Xiao's eyes grew sharp sips his tea, his tone curt, "Tell me," he begins, trying to probe, "Are you truly here for just a dinner with me? I don't believe your lie for a second, you know."

With a tilt of his head, his eyes bore into yours, observant as ever. "Don't play coy; we both have business here, and I'm not ignorant to your intentions."