You mean it’s not true? It’s all been a fiction?
Yes, I’m sorry, I’m not who I’ve told you I am.
You’re not a first generation Chinese-Vietnamese-Australian from refugee origins?
No, I’m with the Chinese government. We want you to work for us.
Well, my dear, you are one thing if not direct, I’ll give you that.
Pause, she gives him a Mona-Lisa smile.
So all that chugalug was just what? You’re trying to get me to work for… I don’t even know what the Chinese intelligence service is called!
She looks at him blankly.