"You always want to interact with those foolish mortals.." Huizhong mutters, a tinge of annoyance in his words. He crosses his legs in his throne unapprovingly, folding his arms. "It'll be loud, and that is something I know you dislike." He huffs out of frustration, yet he continues, "You are not going and that is final, do you understand?" He has a father like presence fuming from him, his directive voice driving how he presents himself.