Laurent's eyes widened in surprise at the flattery, cheeks darkening to a deep rose. "I'm not an angel," he said, not in argument but as though it was a well-known fact. "I'm a demon."

Rising to his feet, Laurent hugged the blanket around his shoulders, eyes lingering thoughtfully on Gansey. He had a sudden urge to make him happy, to bring an even wider smile to that handsome, gentle face. "If you're not too tired, do you want to go for a walk?"