"Not even bringing up my prostitute disguise? Damen, you're awful at gossip.“

Speak of the devil. Laurent’s voice is a mix between sweet and patronising as he slides an arm around Damen's shoulder, positively draping himself over the man. This is his house now. This is his hot furniture set.

“Why don't you tell a story of your own? Like the time you pretended to be a common soldier who was coincidentally multilingual and well versed in large-scale military command. “