Laurent ignored the statement. It was somewhat pleasant, having Gansey so invested in calling him by name. It indicated that Gansey wanted to think of him as more than just a captor, more than just a wraith.

He used a pair of forks to shred the chicken leg, leaving the bones in the soup to stew further. They could eat the soup again for dinner. He served two bowls, setting them on opposite sides of the table. "If there's anything specific you'd like to request, when I make my list, you need only to let me know."

Gansey had been so cooperative, so well-behaved, that Laurent felt inclined to indulge any whims he could. Within reason.