"Mr. Rhodes," she said softly, looking up from her book with a fond smile that was oft reserved for only her children. But then again, she had always looked fondly on Nicolas Rhodes in a way. No, he was not Julien nor her children, but he was something else that was altogether joyful to watch.

Or at least- as close to joyful to watch as anything was for Laureline.

"I dare say that being young and foolhardy are not two particular ideals I would strive for." She paused for a moment, before tipping her head to the side. "Would you join me?"