It seemed a strange response, though Damen wouldn't question it right now. He found he couldn't, not when when Laurent dropped a hand atop his own, stilling his movement, though gently.

'I never thought you had,' he said, though Laurent's nearness had his imagination whirling, that touch upon his neck still burning. 'We were only to drink, to... loosen up,' he said with a soft, warm smile. 'I think we've achieved that, at least.'

He raised his hand from Lauren't shoulder then, slowly, giving Laurent more than enough time to pull away or still his hand before the backs of his fingers brushed the curve of Laurent's jaw, skin just as soft and just as warm as Damen imagined it would be. 'I wish to court you,' he said, his voice quieter now. 'In the manner in which you deserve to be courted. As equals. Will you let me?'