It was perhaps more than Damen had been expecting. He followed Laurent silently, watching him keenly. There was so much that he still didn't understand about his husband. It seemed that for every one thing he learned, five more popped up, more important than the last

Carefully, Damen settled next to him, unclasping the shoulder of his chiton so that the metal wouldn't rub in the night, but not moving to untie the belt around his waist. Normally he would remove more of his clothing for bed, but if Laurent tensed at his very approach, his husband's naked body beside him couldn't improve matters. As it was, the lamplight glinted off of long bare stretches of bronzed skin, illuminating the sculpted paths his limbs made in repose, and he seemed to occupy so much of the bed without even trying to.

Damen's eyes were all for Laurent. "How do you imagine I think of you?" he asked, never one to avoid the subject at hand.