Laurent felt distinctly unsettled. It was thrilling, at first, to watch his prisoner pace, and the revelation of his broad, honey-colored torso was riveting. Every part of him was beautiful, and his body was nothing like the spoiled, pampered young nobleman that Laurent would have expected.

But he didn't eat, which was concerning, and then he curled up against a wall, simply staring into space. It was upsetting.

After an hour of this, Laurent went to open the door. "Move the tray," he commanded. If his prisoner didn't want to eat now, he would certainly grow hungry later. The food would keep. "I'll take you to bathe, if you'd like."