Magnus adds the dress to his bundle and threads his fingers through Shen Yuan's, privately marveling -- once again -- about how touchy he's gotten since arriving here. "This way," he says. The pace he sets is faster than one he would take with Galahad -- since there's a specific destination they're aiming for, and a time limit in which to get there. He's already more relaxed the second he's outside of the Mansion. "How've you been by the way, my dude? How was your date with Luo Binghe?"