Laurent's eyes lingered upon the beast with as much wary calculation as ever. Being able to assess the beast's intent and threat was a matter of survival to him. Even if he constantly prodded at the beast's temper, that was as much a calculation as anything else. He needed to know how far the beast would go in a rage, and he'd rather find that out up front than after some weeks or months here.
He made his move, a perfectly standard opening play, and then picked up a morsel of food, considering it with lazy calculation. "How is it," he asked, "that you always seem to know where I am within your realm? How did you know that I'd touched your roses?"
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He made his move, a perfectly standard opening play, and then picked up a morsel of food, considering it with lazy calculation. "How is it," he asked, "that you always seem to know where I am within your realm? How did you know that I'd touched your roses?"