"No," Luo Binghe says with a sigh. He needs to sober up. It's easier to do so than to stay drunk, anyway. He releases his hold on his healing powers, and his blood cleanses itself of alcohol within a few moments.

He sits up, shaking his head a little to clear it, which makes his hair go everywhere. As he suspected, in a sober light it is clear he's been making a maudlin fool of himself. At least Janet was understanding; she really would make a good wife, if not for his condition. "That's better. I rarely drink."<sup>1

1</sup>This is the non-apology. Even more non- than usual.