He can't help the small giggle the bubbles up at Elyas' enthusiasm. He's so full of energy, as one would expect of a fox. Will he ever tire of it? He hasn't yet. And Laurent can envision no future where Elyas' nature is anything but a pure joy to him.

He lets his hand linger a moment more against that warm cheek, tracing the curve of it with his thumb, before dropping it to take hold of one of Elyas' hands instead. Of course, he's pleased to finally get a chance to leave the villa with Elyas and experience a bit more of this charming little seaside town. Laurent chose it for Elyas, so he would be able to exist in a place of beauty, near the water, but positioned high on a hill. As much like the fox's home as he could create.

But Laurent's eyes sharpen at the suggestion of introductions. They often hunt together since they often share a meal. Something truly predatory creeps subtly into his expression and he nods, giving Elyas' hand a squeeze. "Lead the way, my love. I am most eager to meet your new friends."