It'd been a long time since anyone had made him breakfast, and even though he was a bit nervous to be in her personal living space, it smelled absolutely wonderful. It seemed very clean and organized, and he wondered if it might be because she was a stressful cleaner.<br/><br/>"I don't mind congee dove, but thank you for the thought. And I guess I slept well enough."<br/><br/>He smiled, knowing that he hadn't slept very well at all. No need to worry her about his health, he just had a job to do. He imagined sleeping with someone, something he hadn't done in quite a while.<i>Damnit, get yourself together Milo, </i>he criticized himself again. Those thoughts weren't something he'd think normally, those kind of thoughts belonged to significant others, not the person he'd met to solve a case. Not wanting to creep, he figured he'd try to figure out more about Yi Long, who didn't seem to be here.<br/><br/>"You know, I was actually a little worried that Yi Long would be here. Not to be the dramatic private eye, but he seems like an ass. What kind of bad blood is between you two? I ask on a professional level of course, anything I need to know that might affect the case? And you also seemed fairly tense around his assistant, Mei. Anything there I should know about either?"<br/><br/>He sat back, and tried to get comfortable, looking around the place. He saw what he imagined was the bathroom. Next to it, he saw another room. Although the door was mostly shut, he saw a couple pictures, and imagined that the rest of the room behind the door was her bedroom. Lifting his arms over his head, he took a deep breath, feeling the nice aroma of the food rush down his nose, the air filling his lungs.<br/><br/>"Also, on a less serious note, do you cook often? It smells delicious."