Laurence smiles without humor, his mouth going crooked and wry.

"I imagine so," he says. Peace. Impossible as long as Napoleon continues to crave more and more power and glory. He feels the familiar tug of guilt that reminds him his duty lies elsewhere; not in Peking, but in defense of the shores of his home. "I thank you for your demonstration, Hanguang-jun. It is a rare pleasure to observe such skill as yours."