[ Hua Cheng doesn't react to the sudden large bird. He doesn't react to the roar either. His hair and the edges of his clothes whip with the wind of it, but he doesn't budge at all.

He does not look at ... Murasame at all, his eye boring into Shino. Only one hand goes down to the pommel of E-Ming, the crimson eye set in the handle of the scimitar wide open and focused on the bird. Is it readiness? Is he calming the weapon down?

Does it matter? ]

You pushed His Highness beyond what he was willing to give. You do not lay hands on him without prior permission. Unless it is an emergency, and then you do it with extreme caution.

[ No, he doesn't want tea. ]