Laurent's wary that this is a trap. He transgressed, but the Beast is behaving like it was well within the bounds of propriety.

"No. I never had any interest in it." Laurent takes a wary bite of his food, studying the Beast all the while. "I won't need the gloves. It seems your assurance that nothing in your realm would harm me includes the roses."

Another bite, heart pounding. He doesn't understand what came over him that afternoon, nor does he understand why the Beast isn't enraged.