Well, on that they're agreed! Children are sweet and generally unburdened by mundane worries. Laurent is usually too late to play with children who've mostly been called home by the time he rises. But he always makes such happy sighs and smiles when Elyas recounts his time with them to him. Ah, but is it any surprise his fox has a silver tongue and paints for Laurent the most delightful stories of how he spends his time in the sun?

"I do long to see your flowers," he adds, just in case there were any doubts. Even if only by night, when their colors are impossible to discern and their petals folded closed, Laurent wants to see them with his own eyes. Because of Elyas' words, it's all too easy for him to imagine them blooming and awash in color. He wants to listen to the sea from the path Elyas found and revel in the lingering scent of those wildflowers.

Yes, he longs to walk that path with his lover, but he's also hungry. Between resting from their long journey and directing how the villa should be decorated and run... Well, he hasn't taken the time to feed. The hunger is beginning to scratch at the edges of his mind, threatening to outright claw through his human mask of decorum and civility. Laurent doesn't like to deny himself for any great stretches of time lest he let the monster lurking inside him loose.

Oh, he wouldn't care much for the wholesale slaughter of a town to slake his thirst, but if he ever harmed Elyas? Well, he couldn't live with that. And so he wouldn't risk it.

"Tell me about the one you've chosen, my love? A man? A woman? What do they look like? What do they smell like? Tell me everything!"