Laurent shivered at the question, tensing. His eyes flicked open, studying Damen's eyes, trying to guess what he should ask, what Damen wanted, what Damen thought he would say. Trapped by the uncertainty of it, the difficulty of honesty when he didn't know what he wanted and didn't know what was the desired response, Laurent swallowed, cheeks flushed. "For what?" he asked, voice steady despite the nervous uncertainty he felt about everything, about how Damen kept asking what he wanted and Laurent still had no answer.