[With Damen present, his time idling in the tub appears to have come to an end. Laurent climbs to his feet, a sloshing of water in the basin as he stretches, then carefully exits. He's left a towel within reach and had the forethought to purchase two changes of clothes from the locals prior to his arrival. He leaves Damen's on a chair- a wine-red cotton shirt, and a pair of dark trousers, lightweight and accommodating for Gammon's climate.
Laurent dries and dresses, emerging from the bath moments later both clean and covered from throat to ankle. He is still toweling his hair. His gaze flicks around the room, noticing the closed bedroom door, the bed, the food that's been brought up, Damen himself.]
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I told you, it's the chase I like.
[With Damen present, his time idling in the tub appears to have come to an end. Laurent climbs to his feet, a sloshing of water in the basin as he stretches, then carefully exits. He's left a towel within reach and had the forethought to purchase two changes of clothes from the locals prior to his arrival. He leaves Damen's on a chair- a wine-red cotton shirt, and a pair of dark trousers, lightweight and accommodating for Gammon's climate.
Laurent dries and dresses, emerging from the bath moments later both clean and covered from throat to ankle. He is still toweling his hair. His gaze flicks around the room, noticing the closed bedroom door, the bed, the food that's been brought up, Damen himself.]
The bath is yours.