Yunlan nods, knocks back the last mouthful of his tea, and sets the empty cup down on the coffee table. The picture of careless and casual, he stretches one leg out enough for a sock-clad foot to land companionably next to Jedao's knee.

"Understood. Last question -- any topics you want me to stay the hell away from, at least for now? I think it'll be easier for both of us if I don't find those by putting my foot right in it, and--"

He nods at the file.

"--I'm sure I'm going to have plenty of things to bring up."