"Beige??" Shen Yuan snorts, careful not to pull away too much from Magnus' hands. "Man, no offense, but I really did not pick the right sartorial specialist to help me out, here." The reference to Alex, though, makes him very fond; he's in a good mood in regard to romance. "I wonder if Binghe would wear other colors if I asked him. He has to look like an Emperor, back home, he has a brand to maintain, but." He's struck, suddenly, with an image of Binghe in the thick, cozy grey sweater Galahad is holding right now, and nearly starts crying with how cute he would be. Truly the words gap moe were invented for Luo Binghe!!