Luo Binghe's mouth twitches. If he could show her Mobei-jun, rather than speaking of him, she might show more interest. The heavens know he has enough admirers in court, not that the man has ever noticed—and not that he'd be inclined to act if he did. He seems to love nothing so much as doing whatever Luo Binghe tells him.
"He is considered one of the great beauties of the demon realm," he says. "Taller even than myself, and broader, with a cold demeanor to suit his powers, but an unshakable loyalty. He is not the most astute tactician," he allows with a laugh that—if one were very familiar with Luo Binghe—one might recognize as fond. "But a more devoted and fearless general you could not ask for. He crafts blades from ice—the power runs in his family, but stronger in him, I think. Demon children often do not survive if they're not powerful enough to fend off their elders, who have no desire to relinquish their assets and titles to an ambitious youth." He is feeling the first touches of the alcohol—a slow, warm burn throughout his chest.
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"He is considered one of the great beauties of the demon realm," he says. "Taller even than myself, and broader, with a cold demeanor to suit his powers, but an unshakable loyalty. He is not the most astute tactician," he allows with a laugh that—if one were very familiar with Luo Binghe—one might recognize as fond. "But a more devoted and fearless general you could not ask for. He crafts blades from ice—the power runs in his family, but stronger in him, I think. Demon children often do not survive if they're not powerful enough to fend off their elders, who have no desire to relinquish their assets and titles to an ambitious youth." He is feeling the first touches of the alcohol—a slow, warm burn throughout his chest.