Gansey watched him, curious.

At the same time, he took in Laurent's style. This man definitely wasn't from modern America. He was trussed up like a Renaissance knight, his clothes held together with so many laces that Gansey couldn't imagine how he did them all himself. Actual nobles would've had servants who did that for them, he knew. He'd read enough books from that period to know the style, although Laurent's wasn't any particular configuration that he recognized.

Which was odd, in itself, because he thought he would recognize most. If he had to put any guess on this, he'd aim towards seventeenth century France, but even that didn't completely fit.

If it was European in some respect, though, it might mean Laurent had languages that Gansey didn't. He lifted his shoulder, a light shrug.

"I think so. Everything here is, from the houses to the stores," he said. "It's a strange thing to me that there's no language barrier between any of us, but this is obscure. I very much doubt you're actually speaking English, for example."

Not modern English, anyway. But that was what he wanted to find out.