"Still," says Shen Yuan, disgruntled. "We're friends, I should have your back, and not let myself be seduced away by beautiful men just because they use my sword in battle and it's, like, really hot and intimately charged. Not that—we didn't—we just took a bath. Separate. Baths. There's a room at the back of the Mansion with a bunch of screens—Anyway." He subsides. "I'm rambling."