[Um, no. He's dealt with too many serious threats to take the risk; but he's beginning to suspect Diarmuid has mistaken “hostage” for “hosting”.
Ten minutes later, there's a sharp knock on Diarmuid’s door. Laurent's not up for chitchat this time, his arms crossed, his blue eyes implacable. He looks like a man braced for a fight.]
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Ten minutes later, there's a sharp knock on Diarmuid’s door. Laurent's not up for chitchat this time, his arms crossed, his blue eyes implacable. He looks like a man braced for a fight.]
Horse. Then we talk.