Privacy. Laurent's had nothing but for the better part of the last century. The servants didn't bother him. Short of spending time out among strangers... Well, let's just say he's had no meaningful contact with anyone in a very long time. After a while, too much privacy turned into loneliness. Hence Laurent's willingness to run off to worlds unknown with a total stranger.

Oh. He probably should've told someone in his household staff he was leaving. Oops.

Following along, the cockpit also brings him a sense of awe. If he followed any sort of sci-fi, it might bring that to mind, alas... he hasn't. So it's all very awe-inspiring to such an anachronistic creature as Laurent. Perhaps one day he'll ask questions about what all the lights and beeps and buttons mean, but for now, it's a mystery the vampire is content to let exist without answer. Taking the seat that appears for him, Laurent fastens any safety equipment and keeps his eyes out the window.

"There is nothing left for me here. Let's go."