The fact the kiss is quick makes disappointment crack Armand's expression, the ridiculous near pout of it over a whirling, vertigo inducing depth of ugly want. A blink and he's reset, tongue over his teeth and bottom lip to chase the taste lingering there.

"As long as it is not a piece from his period in Tunis," Armand answers, running his hands over Daniel's shoulders in a way that seems both intimate and fussy, eyes just a touch brighter at how alluring he genuinely finds the idea of going to do a puzzle and nothing more. "You still owe me, but we could achieve my goals in your hotel room."

Looking at Daniel through his lashes at that, the faintest quirk to his lips.