"There is a great deal more overlap than you might think." Shang Tsung replies raising a hand to wag a finger, still watching the street below, his lips curled in amusement. "I'm sure between the two of us there is much we could discuss."

He strokes his beard thoughtfully as Jinx probes at him. Inquisitive, this one. Looking at loose ends, picking at them. Keeps her eyes open. "You need not be concerned about that." He replies. "I "made" you, simply because some manner of mischief was about, and I knew where I would wish to be to get the best view." He gestures to the roof around them. "I should hope I am. I do try to keep myself in good shape." He doesn't even appear all that winded anymore. It's a pity he did not keep his youth in being plucked from the Realms; lost with his divinity. Ah well, he has regained it before. It's only a matter of time before he does so again.

"Ah, but where are my manners?" He steps back from the roof, and turns to face Jinx, bowing slightly towards her.

"I am Shang Tsung. Such a pleasure to make your acquaintance, young lady."