*Looks up from shredding the cushions and peers hopefully at Zhou Zian*

You have a brother, you say? I don't suppose he's fully training in the arts of Persian massage, by any chance? Ah well *sighs* one cannot expect such luxuries in this foresaken place, but since I can't possibly be expected to embark on this journey without any pampering, and he has clean references, I suppose I can very graciously accept his services.

*Bows to Zian and hands him the remains of the cushion*