"My general deals in ice magic," Luo Binghe muses. "Then some element of it is inborn? You do not choose your domain?"

This is pleasant talk, but Luo Binghe has a purpose here. For the sake of forming an alliance, he is suppressing his body's rapid healing in order to allow the alcohol to take effect. Impatient for it to pay off, he takes a more generous swig of the drink.