It's even more flattering—and more arousing—for Shen Yuan to insist his opinion is objective, but Luo Binghe isn't going to say anything to discourage him from saying it. "I'd love it," he says, breathing against Shen Yuan's face. "You could keep me down there for half a day or more, if you wanted, and I'd love every moment. We could still do it—I could service you now, and you could tell me all the kind things you said to other people about me while I do." He squeezes Shen Yuan's hand, noticing with affection how sweaty it's getting. "I haven't done it for Sagramore," he says huskily. "It would be only you. It would be like—like I was an untouched virgin, eager to stain my innocence, only for you."