"Well—" Shen Yuan shifts, uncomfortable. It's true that something he's always considered objective, unshakeable fact (Luo Binghe is the hottest man in any world and anyone would fall at his feet and spread their legs if given half a chance to know him carnally) has proven to be both much more subjectively true (Shen Yuan is himself interested in knowing hot men carnally) and untrue for other people (many people here who are interested in men are somehow not interested in knowing Luo Binghe carnally, or at least not as interested as they should be).

But—that doesn't mean he's ready to let go of the idea that being interested in Luo Binghe is more correct than not being interested. Because it is. And he suspects Grantaire might have a similarly subjective sticking point. "So—for example. You're saying there's no objectively most beautiful man at this Mansion."