"I understand that," Laurent says. He gestures to the opposite end of the couch in invitation. "Sit. We're friends. I understand this isn't your choice."

His gaze lingers on Nyx, however, searching for any additional clues in his expression. "My first theory, of course, was that there was some hint of assassination and Auguste wanted me ignorant in order to keep me from stiffening up and giving away that I had something to be wary of. Clearly that's out. Or that Auguste suspected me of something and was using you to hamper my movements. Also out. And you're genuinely out of the loop. So Auguste is up to something, possibly involving marrying me off. Thoughts?"

The question is a trap. He doesn't even need to hide it, when it comes to Nyx.