Turning slightly so he can gaze at his beloved fox, a subtle smile curls one corner of his lips. "Tell me of it," he murmurs warmly. "Paint a picture of it for me." It isn't an unusual request. Indeed, Laurent often asks it of Elyas when he begins lamenting Laurent's inability to walk under the sun. And everytime he listens with rapt attention, hanging on the fox's every word as if there were nothing more important in the whole wide world.

But was there anything more important than the words formed by Elyas' lips? But the joy that lights in his eyes when he recounts his adventures? Ah, no. Laurent thinks not. He could read property deeds to the vampire and the world would stop for him to listen.