Gently, with the sort of excruciatingly slow movements he'd use around a skittish wild forest thing, Damen wound an arm around Laurent's shoulders. Those mornings sounded idyllic to him, almost too good to be true for a Prince's life. He compared it with his own upbringing, his habits here, where days like today were rare treats for him. He'd given specific instructions not to be disturbed for a few hours in the mornings of his honeymoon.

Damen smiled too. "I think we can manage tea and pastries in Ios." His thumb stroked an idle path along Laurent's bicep. "I'm afraid sneaking off won't be as possible now, but as Prince-Consort, you can do almost exactly as you please. Do you already have ideas of what you'd like to work on, when our travels are over?" He already had a suspicion what it would be - something Laurent seemed very passionate about, and which he was already turning over in his head how to possibly make it work - but he was mostly trying to listen today to what Laurent had to say and understand him a little better.