Unless they'd altered their arrangement, Damen knew that must mean Ravenel. He tried to picture it, what he could remember of the fortress's towering walls and Laurent within it. Tried to imagine Laurent shoving his hand down Damen's pants to feel him and that-- that he could imagine easily. He felt as though he'd already done so numerous times.

'Did I?' he breathed, still dragging his fingers down the fabric of Laurent's shirt. 'And you responded to a slave's bidding?'

He couldn't help but wonder how Laurent might react now if he were to ask the same. If the circumstances were pleasing enough for him or if Laurent would require a more thorough courting.