"Hywel has always had a…romantic temperament. His dreams must offer you some relief," Laszlo said, speaking again finally when the awkwardness of our silence had finally melted away. My cheeks warmed. "I don't know what he dreams of, but he's very powerful." Laszlo chuckled, but then cleared the sound away before I could appreciate its warmth. "Do you speak to him? He will sense you." I nodded again, thinking of the praises I'd laid down of his beauty, my occasional gasps of gratitude as he'd shed strength for me to soak up.
