This is what Luo Binghe longs to hear from anyone he's fond of. Hearing it now causes a rush of something dangerously near to love. To have something to do with the feeling, he runs his hands over Sagramore's body, in no hurry to retreat from their joining. He gently thumbs the edge of the bruise at Sagramore's ribs. "Was this caused by someone here? Say the word and they'll live to fear my name."