It's the one Ingress took of him while they were on the train to Leicester Square, well before any of the drinking began in earnest. He finds his own expression softening to a smile as he looks down at it -- until he catches the shift to Lan Zhan's tone, and feels his heartbeat kick up a notch again.

"Ah." He affects the sort of light innocence that would not fool anybody, least of all Lan Zhan. He meets his eye. "Do you like them? It's very typical of what they wear in London Above."