The study, the floor, hardwood with a complementary rug that goes well with the color of the grain and the color of the ceiling, which is darker in here than the living room. Daniel gets down there with him, no pain in his knees there beside Armand. He wonders if he just needed to move, or if he needed to get away from the corpse; his maker is wildly idiosyncratic sometimes. (Most times.)

"All right."

Daniel turns his head enough to press a kiss to one of Armand's thumbs.

"Here. Me and you."

He keeps one hand grounded on Armand, stays where he is just next to him, and then reaches with his other. Reaches down to his feet. Starts there, touching his toes, stroking over them and the flat tops of his feet, pressing lightly on the tendons there and sliding up, careful. He watches Armand's face as he does this, waiting to see if this is actually too weird and maybe he meant a hand job.