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There is a Lawrence.

He is half-slouched on the couch with a flat surface in front of him, idly scribbling on a grid-type paper with coloured inks. He is in fact making a map.

Yes, from Memory. It will be surprisingly accurate.

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"As do I, but it doesn't seem to change the fact that it happens."

"The best way to conquer such things, I find, is to get a ... distraction."

Smirk? What smirk?

"And are you offering one?"

There is something to his expression that says he should like to wipe the smirk off his face in the nicest way possible.

He licks his lips.

"Perhaps I am, Nicholas."

"Then perhaps I might accept."

"Excellent, then."

He goes about packing up his maps rather calmly, taking his time.

He laughs.

"Very prompt, aren't we?"

"Have you known me not to be prompt, Nicholas?"

An arched brow.

A pat to Lawrence's shoulder.

"No, but..."

And he laughs again, just... pleased.

"As you say, Lawrence, as you say."

Lawrence always means what he says, you know.

When he is finished packing he stands, a light in his eyes that Nicholas might remember well is seen.

Of course.

"Would you like to grab something to eat for later before we head up?"

He arches a brow.

"Perhaps I shall." A moment later he returns with a small basket that carries some dates and wine as well as a thermos of what Lawrence can only assume is blood.

Not that Nick is going to need it, if Lawrence has his way.

He will. Especially if they intend to have some fun. Nick hadn't eaten before they spoke.

"A lovely little basket. A shame I'm not up for a picnic at that."

A small smile before he gestures to the stairs.

Well, there's that.

"I assure you that the bar gave it to me. I did not ask for such things."

He chuckles and shakes his head, following the gesture and assumingly Nick.

He smiles.

"Yes, well, should you be hungry for anything afterward, feel free to ask a certain rat with a light patch of fur over one ear for anything you should like. Ivanhoe does quite a job taking care of me."

"You have a personal waitrat?" That implies that Nick is either high maintainance or .. important. Neither of which Lawrence minds, it should be noted.

"But of course I will ask." He starts up the stairs.

He shakes his head.

"No, of course not. He's just taken a shine to me and I to him."

"Well, very interesting still. I shall keep that in mind."

A smile.

A nod.

And then they head up.

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