You don't even know him. [ laurent's eyes glitter with scorn, regarding D with something between suspicion and detachment. ] And I don't know your friend with the building with many rooms. Is there some reason you want me there so badly?

[ and then, the answer startles him, though he does little in the way of showing it. he just sits and keeps his gaze on D, now appraising. ten millennium is more than a mind can fathom. entire lifetimes of kings come and gone. kingdoms come and gone. and yet he sits a single pace away, looking hardly any different in age from laurent himself.

laurent allows some of the stiffness to leave his limbs, settling cross-legged, his profile illuminated by the dance of the flames. his yellow hair shifts to the spun threads of burnished gold. his fingers clutch idly at one ankle, his entire body taking up very little space in the room. ]

How does someone like you die? [ he looks into the fire, his expression unreadable. ] Does your cock still work?