Still learning each other, like this. Daniel has no qualms about being greedy, especially not when he has every reason to believe that this is on a timer. He banishes potential anxiety and digs both hands into enjoy it for now.

One hand, a literal one not a metaphorical one, slips up Armand's forearm to touch him, and slide fingers along veins, to the pulse point in the ditch of his elbow, and down again to his hand. Elegant artist's fingers, against his own broad ones. The predator nails look a little funny on Daniel, but on Armand, it looks like he was always meant to have them. Beautiful like the full spread of teeth in a tiger is beautiful.

"A 'bad' trip happens in the brain," he notes. "So maybe, but it wouldn't be about substance contamination in the blood, it'd be a psychological reaction to whatever you might end up exposed to while drinking from them. Depends on if freakouts during dinner unsettle you, I guess."

He tips his head back to look at his maker, curious about his thoughts. Deana is staring at her soda can. Slowly, she reaches for another little mushroom, and as she eats it, she begins pushing the tab on the can back and forth to weaken it, transfixed.