"Wouldst have him kiss thee again? Or hast thou had thy fill?" He takes a sip of the vin chaud (still deliciously warm on his tongue) and then passes it back to Lucien. It's easy, now, to adjust so that their bodies are comfortably angled together: Laertes's legs thrown over Lucien's lap, his arm tucked under Lucien's, curled around his back.