"Why did you come?" Laurent asked, brow furrowed with pain and uncertainty. "Why did you have to unravel all my secrets? Why must you be so terribly stubborn?"

Shaking his head, Laurent drew himself up, collecting his dignity and hiding behind the emotionless mask of the Opera Ghost. "I'm fatigued. I want to rest. There's nowhere I have to keep you safely other than the red and white room. There's no other bed but my own."