Laurent's touch was just as light, just as careful as Damen's, slim fingers skimming over the skin of Damen's arm and wrist and the top of his hand, his other hand curling within Damen's. Every light touch sent a warmth through Damen's veins, entirely different from that caused by the wine.

The response to Damen's inquiry made him smile and he laughed again as he curled his thumb over Laurent's, holding that hand tightly over Laurent's thigh. 'And what does a Veretian courting entail?'