What- [Laurent starts, before the shaded eye-hollows of his mask look from Damen's arm to the other, seeing both cuffless. (As an aside he ignores Damen's neck, because in his mind, let's be real here that collar barely means anything.)
Immediately his posture subtly stiffens, and he rips his hand away- he hadn't offered any resistance before this- before taking a step back, small enough to appear as a cheeky tease to an onlooker; but to the both of them familiar with the language of Laurent, something clearly has shifted. Laurent's not going to elaborate, of course.]
You don't know what this is? [A beat, then:] Perhaps I've mistaken you for someone else. Who are you?
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Immediately his posture subtly stiffens, and he rips his hand away- he hadn't offered any resistance before this- before taking a step back, small enough to appear as a cheeky tease to an onlooker; but to the both of them familiar with the language of Laurent, something clearly has shifted. Laurent's not going to elaborate, of course.]
You don't know what this is? [A beat, then:] Perhaps I've mistaken you for someone else. Who are you?