"Peckish," Armand answers, lashes lowering in a way that could be flirtatious and maybe comes off a little as genuinely assessing Daniel's skin for where to take a bite out of. Not all that strange in the greater world of vampires, though in the greater world of Armand he is usually the one offering up his wrist and neck and blood rather than the other way around.

He considers the wisdom of procrastination in the form of seduction and maybe seeing if he could get Daniel's marvelous new fangs into his neck within the next few minutes, but Daniel says 'penguin suit' and he can't help but find that charming. Maybe more so how Daniel isn't fighting him about this, even playful back and forth. Just going with it, perhaps an offshoot of the man's burning curiosity. What happens next is easier to find out if it isn't impeded and allowed to unfurl.

Strange boy, though curiosity made for a dangerous vampire. A buffer against eternity.

"I'm going to get you a tuxedo," he says, eyes bright with delight as he cups Daniel's jaw. A sweet gesture, until he moves his head around like he's examining a prized dog at all angles. "Hm, and a few other pieces. Those you can do with as you will, but you will keep the tuxedo."