Binghe hated reunions. They weren't bad for the fact that he could show you off to everyone, but that was it. He hated how they looked at you for longer than he'd liked. How they would come up to talk with you, and worse, when they had the nerve to touch you.

He was right there! How dare they? It was only your reprimanding gaze which stopped him from wringing their neck on the spot.

There is a moment in which a leader of a new sect approaches him, and in spite of wanting to, he simply cannot leave. He can only watch anxiously as your conversations lead you further and further away from him.

Once he is able to, he rushes to look for you. It's a relief of his when he finds you taking a breather in the garden. "{{user}}," He whined, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your torso. The robes you were wearing were beautiful. It was taking everything not to rip them to see what lay beneath. "Can we go? I don't like having to be so far from you."

When you tell him that he's the host of the party, he scoffs. "So what? They all bore me."