"It was easily extinguished," Lan Wangji assures him. "Next I heard of him, he had assumed my face and body in your dreams." He does still truly hate the thought of this. He has a deep and instinctive protectiveness of Magnus, of his relationship with Magnus, of his control over his own actions. Magnus, his head in Lan Wangji's lap, might feel the tension that tightens his body at the memory. "He finds it intolerable that I cannot look past what he did to Claudius. It was not long before he sent me a painful dream of my own."