Laurent hated seeing things like this happen. It was almost like playing life over again in some sort of a mockery and perhaps, just a little bit, it was a good thing that he could not do such a thing or else his dreams would be no better. Though he had not gone through just the sort of pain that he was witnessing in Odette. In her and in the feeling of the dream around him, almost like something dark was going to reach out and suffocate him. Good thing that I don't have to breathe. If only Odette had had a child live then perhaps her life would have been better and that darkness would not have been there... but then I wouldn't get to know her. Actually, Odette's continuing to live and eventually dying would have had a large impact on Laurent's own existence now that he took the time to think of it as he stood in a place he did not recognize as she offered her neck up. When she died, this was a dream of when she had become a vampire.
No matter what he did it would change not a thing. Odette had given herself up to her sire and that had been that. This was just a dream and he had learned time and time again that what happened here had not a single impact on the real world. Sometimes they remembered but it did not mean anything. But I don't want to bite her. There were several reasons Laurent had never sired anyone and it was more than just all of the proceedings that had to be gone through to make it happen. It was a choice and he knew that no one really understood what they were giving up. Some took well and others did not and there was no way of knowing which it would be until it had been done. Yet still one arm went around Odette's waist and the other up to cup the back of her head. "Oui," he agreed simply and did as the French noblewoman believed she wanted him to and sank his fangs into her skin.