Laurent didn't bother to suppress his wince for the wordplay. "Now I know the blood has left your head," he said, holding Damen's shirt in his hands. There had been an intriguing moment when it caught against Damen's wrists, and though the shirt would not have been enough to hold him, something in Laurent was heated by the thought of tying Damen to something and having his way with him. It was, perhaps, too close to their first arrangements in Arles where Laurent had been his master, but it was an idea with enough merit to broach at a later time.

'You asked for a show,' he said, taking note of the mirrored wall at his back. 'Take my clothes off and I will give you one.'