Lan Wangji watches the movements of Galahad's sketching with subdued interest. He is also uncertain how to answer this question. It may well be that most are like Laertes and Sagramore, free with their affections and open with others about that fact. That scenario is more palatable than a world of crude, grasping men like Jin Guangshan. He thinks of his own father. No one could accuse Qingheng-jun of lacking devotion. "If it is," he says, "then I am uncommon."