Luo Binghe watches him greedily—his eyes flicker at the sight of the bruise, but he makes no comment. It is still novel to look upon a man's body and desire it openly, and every moment of it sates a thirst he didn't know existed. Sagramore is not as big as Luo Binghe, he thinks a little smugly, but he is well-formed and quite lovely to look at. And he is taking too long on purpose. "You are a wicked tease—making the Emperor wait here undressed while you attend to your own matters, rather than his pleasure. I might throw you in the dungeon."