Luo Binghe can't help but smile at this response—proof, as if saying it under truth compulsion wasn't enough, that Sagramore's admiration of him is unfeigned. After the disaster with Claudius, and how bizarrely indifferent to his beauty and power many people are in this place, it is as sweet as raw honey on his tongue.

"You've pleased me, Sagramore." Luo Binghe beckons him onto the dais.