Nyx hesitates at the suggestion-- somehow, it seems... a little too easy, a little too convenient a solution. Escape the confines of court, the stiff necked nobles, the eager, honey-tongued courtiers with their hungry eyes affixed upon Laurent, hell, maybe even make that round of the border outposts he'd just been thinking about. After all, Augustus hadn't decreed that they stay within the palace, or even the capital.

"I... if that is what you wish, Your Highness." Caught off guard, Nyx defaults back to formalities once more. After all, it doesn't really matter what his preferences might be. Auguste had given Nyx his orders; if Laurent makes the decision to go on a grand tour of Vere, he would follow without question.