Damen let his eyes close as he leaned into the touch of Laurent's lips on his own. Every time they kissed still drew a furtive thrill from his body. Very gently, he touched Laurent's cheek, the touch lingering past the kiss for a moment or two. "I'll be waiting."

While Laurent was in the adjoining suite, Damen slid out of bed to stretch his legs and repin his chiton over one shoulder. He paced into the antechamber, deciding impulsively to send word via the guard outside their door down to the kitchens. It wouldn't be ready before Laurent slipped back into bed (unless those laces took more time than either of them thought), but it would mean they wouldn't have to get out of bed for a while.

Damen was back by the time Laurent returned, and he settled Laurent against him with a contented sigh and an arm around his shoulder. "Let's start with talking," he said easily, throwing Laurent a wry look. "If that goes well, perhaps we might try kissing again." Incentive, hopefully, to keep their conversation civil. "We can practice your Akielon," and here Damen switched back to his native tongue without a second's pause, "and you can try to outdo my terrible poetry from yesterday." His lips curved in a restrained grin.