Laurent was perplexed by the topic. He yearned for the idea of someone giving himself, out of love, but knew he could never have that. He was tainted. Unnatural.

"You're my prisoner," Laurent said, by way of changing the subject. He was only half paying attention to Gansey, but when he saw Gansey's fingers reach for a hand trap, Laurent grabbed for him, pushing his hand away. His eyes were wide, chest fluttering with alarm at the thought of Gansey being damaged. "Don't," he warned. "It'll cut your hand off."