Laurent smiled at that, nestling contentedly against Damen's shoulder and enjoying the warm intimacy of being held. "Ah, but I don't know any of the Akielon poetic forms," he argued playfully, tipping his head back and grinning up at the ceiling, "I couldn't possibly be expected to manage dactylic hexameter on a moment's notice."

Reaching up, Laurent toyed idly with one of Damen's curls, tugging it down and then watching how it bounced back up when he let go.