Shen Yuan would happily fall asleep like this, Binghe tucked into his arms, except that whenever he opens his eyes Xin Mo is still radiating at him. He frowns, trying to ignore it, but even with his eyes closed he can feel it, a watchful presence that gnaws at the edge of his spiritual awareness like a thousand evil little termites. Finally he takes a breath. "Binghe," he says. "Can I--just--let me do something for a sec." He attempts to gently disentangle himself.