Shen Qingqiu nearly gapes at him. "Claud—Claudius?" he asks, all of his noble visions of Galahad and Sagramore riding into battle side by side vanishing like smoke. "What could you have possibly done to Claudius that deserves apology?" He barely thinks what Binghe did to Claudius is deserving of apology, and he's pretty sure Galahad doesn't even have blood parasites.