Long shook his head.

"Just Ling and Long then," he paused, "Wait!" he exclaimed suddenly, excited, "Isn't the name of the gang Yin Long? That's pretty close to Ling Long!"

Long said nothing, not terribly interested in the revelation.

"Was that on purpose?" Rosen pressed.

"No," Long replied blankly.

Rosen chuckled again, "Of course not," he nodded, "Did you always want to be a super spy?"

Long shrugged.

"I didn't always want to seduce," Rosen filled Long in, "When I was really little, before I understood what was going on around me, I wanted to fly to the moon." And then Rosen laughed, finding his little self funny.

Long didn't comment.

"Do you have dreams, Long?" Rosen asked after a moment.

"... Sometimes," Long replied. "But I don't usually remember them."

"No, I mean... dreams of doing something, becoming something," Rosen explained.

Long paused before shaking his head.

"Seriously? Nothing?" Rosen said in disbelief.

Long nodded.

"Goodness, what are they teaching in the Yin Long these days," Rosen shook his head.