He smiles, and it's not a pretty smile by Western standards but it suits him very well.

"Property is not easy to come by. Neither are items within properties." Pausing, still smiling, he taps that same fingernail to his lips before letting it trail down the braid of his goatee. "I think you are not what you profess to be, jiān fàn."

He is, however, jiān fàn -- prisoner -- and will stay that way for the duration of his visit. As the two women move silently yet quickly down the hall and take their spot on either side, Sao Feng laughs.

"Tell me what you really seek, wánnào. Because I can tell you right now that there is no property in this country for you."