Laurent ignored the wine, considering it to be too much of a risk. Too much of a temptation. If he started drinking, he wasn't sure he'd ever stop.

"No need for you to worry," Laurent said, hollow. "The other plans involve keeping my head down and not speaking to anyone."

He crossed to the bed, giving the coverlet a yank. It didn't move, caught under Damen's weight. Laurent fixed him with an icy glare. "Move."