It’s a more reliable place to stay. Yoo Joonghyuk will cook the meals.

[He doesn’t bother arguing about the boy. Even not knowing the kid, D would still pay, but he’s sure Laurent may chide him sassily for it. Or continue to refuse regardless.

The fire is reflected in the muddy color of his eyes; he hasn’t looked at Laurent still. They really do look like opposites parted in some strange mirror: one warmly pale and golden, the other ashy porcelain and black. Both princes of some kind against their will, both tormented as children in their own terrible ways.] I die when someone or something strong enough can kill me. [A lot of people might taunt Laurent for the second, crass question by asking if he wants them to show him.

But all D says, matter-of-factly, is:]

Frontier Nobles can biologically reproduce.

[Which probably explains how D came to be. Maybe.

The plumbing, weirdly, somehow works.]

I have a question for you in return. What is something you enjoy doing no one else knows?