Wei Ying likes the same thing. He likes to know that there is nothing he can do that could convince Lan Wangji to let go of him. Possibly Lan Wangji ought to have removed his hand from Claudius' shoulder during that little conversational detour, but now he is glad he didn't. "Sir Sagramore spoke with me." He frowns, briefly, at the memory of that, Sagramore's contrition and his own inexpertly-controlled anger. "He loves you. He could have done nothing but end his association with Luo Binghe. And he was right not to allow you to apologize for wanting to be loved without compromising yourself."