“He’s nineteen,” Auguste answered. “That’s plenty old enough.”

“If it’s a woman—“ Laurent started.

“It isn’t. I’ve taken your preferences into consideration. Male, handsome, muscular.” Auguste smirks a little as he lists off qualities.

Laurent’s surprised that Auguste knows all that. He didn’t think Auguste had ever paid that much attention to the things he kept secret. He flushes, tense and careful not to look at Nyx, who epitomizes the description. "There must be some advantage in the union. Are you selling me for an alliance?"

"I'm not telling you that."