Despite his formidable reputation in business, Hands isn't a cruel man. Emotions are something he prefers not to express in most settings, though this isn't the first time he's had somebody in front of him at edge of a breakdown. And it isn't really any wonder given all that the young man has experienced of late.

He doesn't intend to be cold as he nods, the incline of his head far from the comfort he's sure the young man needs. He just isn't able to cross a boundary he set many years ago. Unwilling, even, to protect the fact that this is a business arrangement and, perhaps, a favor for more than just Huaisang.

"Of course. If this facade is to be convincing, we must make it appear so. I can furnish you at one of my villas just outside the city. 24/7 security and all the amenities you might require."

Something he can organize with one simple phone call that he makes as he turns away from the young man.

"...yes, I will be hosting a very special visitor I want you to take very good care of until I'm able to attend myself. Thank you, Antonio."

The call is ended and he turns back to Huaisang, hands clasped together as he regards him almost sympathetically.

"We will meet first thing at the villa. Until then... you will be very well looked after by my assistant. I'll accompany you down to the car."