Laurent laughed with delight, tilting his head back and tugging Damen's head down and to the side to meet his lips. "My favorite?" he murmured, tracing a fingertip down the line of Damen's nose. "I haven't decided yet. There are quite a few traits that I like about my new husband. His noble heart, his tempting lips, his willingness to be persuaded by sound logic and civil rights. His terrible poetry." Grinning a little, Laurent flicked Damen's chest. "The intimidating mass of him."