closed: it's stirring the blood in their veins

At some point or another, Enjolras and Laertes had agreed to meet up and fence again. In consequence of that, Enjolras has been practicing. Or at least, trying to practice, though he knows well enough that he still does not hold the slightest candle to Laertes' abilities. After the meeting has passed, he has found himself in need of something else to concentrate on; and that's as good an excuse as any to spend time with Laertes.

So he finds himself at Sagramore and Laertes' door, when he knows Laertes is done with his morning baking.

He has of course brought his rapier with him, and is dressed in light, comfortable clothes suitable for fencing. At last, he knocks, hoping he isn't interrupting any cuddle time with Szarka or anything terribly important.