[Yuan eyes that smile for a moment. An echo flickers across his own face before he turns, briskly, to proceed down the hall again.]

It is, isn't it? Botta has good taste.

[Which is entirely true. It's just that in this case, it's incidental and the office was slowly taken over from Yuan.]

[Yuan's not denying it, really. Only bickering, or leading up to it. It's better, right now, than the alternative.]