Leon. Lovely, Laurent was foisted off on one of Odette's little conjured up family members but he smiled and endured it while the dream continued. Actually he did not really mind, it was nice to have conversation with someone in French even if he knew they were not real and had never been such to him. But it was as close to dreaming as he got and so Laurent enjoyed it until he felt the dream shifting around him. A different outfit, a different setting... was this court? Laurent stopped for a moment and closed his eyes, touching his forehead as memories swam through his own mind. None of his memories would be in this dream however, since it was Odette's, and he was a touch relieved for that. Being aware that it was a dream would not have made it any easier if say, his sire had come walking up or his sister or any of his fellows. Now where is she.
Well wherever and whenever they were, that was the door she was behind. Please don't let it be a bedroom, please don't let it be a bedroom. Laurent had been slapped on far more than one occasion in the dream world and it was never something that he enjoyed that much. But he supposed that it was the price one paid. Studying the door for a moment and checking the hall out of pure habit - not that anyone was there - he knocked at the door and called out, "Odette?" It was a dream and the memories of dreamers were such a fickle thing. He had once convinced someone he never met that he was their estranged son. So that had been when he was younger and a little more inclined to do as he felt for no purpose past his own amusement. He was not near as cruel now unless he had a reason to be.