Something in his chest flipflops as Nyx's thoughts all come stuttering to a halt. Kissing and flirting, that's one thing. It's all play, in the end, harmless and sweet. But what Laurent is suggesting... is a step beyond the precipice, from which there's no return. And in this, his head and his heart are both aligned.

This is a mistake. Laurent is merely acting out against Auguste's chafing restrictions and cruel secrecy. When he finds out the truth of Auguste's intentions, foolish as they might be, he may well feel deceived, hurt and angry.

But... Nyx swallows hard as his arms tighten around Laurent's back, unwilling to let go. In the end, it doesn't matter. Not what Nyx wants, nor what consequences he might face. Only what Laurent asks of him. Only his desire. Exhale, a long breath, and when he lifts his gaze up to meet Laurent's eyes, if the expression on his face isn't exactly romantic, well... steely determination and willing acceptance will have to be enough.

"As you wish," he murmurs, "my Prince." And in one smooth motion, he leans forward and-- scoops Laurent up and off the floor, an arm around his shoulders and the other tucked beneath his knees, carrying him back toward his quarters.