Lin Fey didn't think that a simple attitude matched this home at all. With his small experience of Westerners, he already felt like he married a millionaire. Of course, movies and stereotypes were most of his experience. Following the man inside, he hung back so he could get a good look at it. While it wowed him, he also felt homesick at the sight. "That's..." he trailed off again, dropping his gaze to stare at the legs of an end table. Maybe he should clear up now just what his own expectations were for this marriage, so Jayce didn't get his hopes up. He already felt his voice breaking. The man would find out after a shower anyway, probably. He couldn't be that dumb to buy this makeup and shy mask. "Do you really want love out of this?" he finally said, his English sounding strong despite his earlier unease. "You are a strange westerner." At the end, he let his voice drop a little, not sure yet if he wanted to reveal the truth.