Damen grinned. He was caught up in the waves of Laurent's laughter, like some benevolent riptide carrying him out to joyous sea. He bent, pressed his lips to Laurent's collarbone, teased at the sensitive area he'd found. "You cannot fault me for trying out some of my extensive Veretian vocabulary. Your land has some...interesting...words."

With considerable speculation, he eyed the lanky suppleness of Laurent's leg, magnanimously ignoring the fact that he'd just been clipped with it. "You're flexible." An observation. An interesting observation. Without ceremony, he slid some of the oil over his fingers and returned to his intimate mapping of Laurent's backside. "Beautiful, flexible...you're a man's dream lover, husband." Damen hardly dared admit how profoundly he longed for it, as his oiled fingertips moved along the valley of lush cheeks and began to warm the skin there, working lower and lower.