What a delectable choice, indeed. Elyas always has such excellent taste. Laurent makes no effort to hide his interest as his gaze falls perhaps a bit too heavily on the mortal man. A lovely one! Ruggedly handsome, taller than either of them with the scent of earth and sweat and flowers clinging to him in sharp contrast.

"Piero," he purrs, lifting a hand to his chest and giving a little bow of his head in greeting. "You are everything beloved described and more." There's something silken to his voice, something a little hypnotic to mere mortals. "We would be most delighted if you'd join us at our villa this evening."

Why be subtle when they're far enough from Piero's friends to speak without being overheard? They both want him and, knowing Elyas as he does, Laurent is sure Piero is perfectly aware of the fact.