"Is 'lounging casually against a bookcase' a social grace that all Veretian nobility are trained in as youths, or is that your particular area of expertise?"

Damen clasped his hands behind his back, feeling (and probably looking) terribly out of place in the library fit for a Prince, and the beautiful Prince himself, looking for all the world like he ruled this domain.

He threw a glance at the nearest nook, curious about Laurent's tastes. "What were you reading?"