Laurent noted how the Beast ceased eating as soon as he approached. The Beast who wanted to be a man didn't like being seen being bestial, it seemed.

"I did. The gardens are beautiful." Laurent reached for his wine, taking a swallow of it to fortify his nerves. "And I received your note."

He'd left off the flower crown, leaving it behind in his rooms. It seemed too dangerous to flaunt his trespass in front of the Beast. Even though the note had termed it kindness.