"Don't think I won't take you up on it," Laurent says, grinning a little bit over his cup. He reaches over, gently tucking Nyx's pinky back down. "You only lift the pinky if the structure of the cup requires it, and it's never exaggerated like that."

He's never really gotten to spend time with Nyx like this, and he's thoroughly enjoying himself. Laurent's eyes keep flicking back over to him, and a smile lingers on his lips. "Now I'm going to have to think up some scheme that will require you to get oiled up and wrestle for my honor."