Laurent's lips pressed a little more tightly together, curling up at the edges. "Gansey," he repeated, taking the prince's arm even though it hadn't been offered. The slight nervous fidgeting that came with the odd request made it endearing, and Laurent finally relaxed a tiny bit. He might still be opposed to having been sold off to secure an alliance, but perhaps the two of them could manage to be friends. Either way, Laurent's sense of duty demanded that he secure the alliance. They needed to appear to be friends, whatever Laurent's personal feelings.

"I might have to insist upon a tour of the basement," Laurent said, glancing over with a sparkle of mirth in his blue eyes. Naturally playful, Laurent couldn't resist a challenge. "Almost certainly at night."

With his arm hooked through Gansey's, the two of them were very close. Laurent was pleased to find Gansey's arm very solid, and was confident that his own would not disappoint--Laurent drilled himself almost daily in swordplay and athletics.