Damen gave a low, hmph, but it wouldn't be so bad, would it? Just how awful could Laurent be to him?

Pretty awful, suggested that wicked voice in his head.

He quaffed another refilled glass of the sparkling rosé before answering Laurent's question. "It depends on where your tastes lie, I suppose. There's a music room, a gallery of paintings and sculptures - and artist's quarters, if you've a mind to dabble yourself - or the solarium, which contrary to what its name might suggest is an excellent place to stargaze once the sun has set."

Already it was beginning to sink towards the horizon, a soft wash of purples and pinks amidst the orange. There were more fiery sunsets to be had, after the rainier days, but it would still look quite stunning in the glass arbor, and the moon would not be rising until the very early morning. Damen was safe to accompany him for quite a few hours yet.

He looked at Laurent, and tried on his new manners for size. "What are you in the mood for?"