"Well, I've always liked the idea of being locked up in a bird cage with feather pillows and wine and somebody feeding me through the bars. Does that count?"

Is he trying to distract Xue Yang with too much information about a sexual fantasy to get him to lower his guard or did his mind just go down a weird tangent. The world may never know.

"But if it's the kind that involves cold, dark places without sunlight or good food, I'll pass on that."

He keeps his tone carefully light and conversational, as if speaking to a volatile beast.