He can feel Armand's pulse, where he touches him. It's the same as his own. They are one entity now, like trees whose roots mingle together and combine into the same system. A single heart cleaved in two. It makes him wonder about how long Armand waited to create another vampire, and if he was lonely before. He had been disgusted by it, sure, but Daniel's been disgusted by plenty of things that he's liked. Doesn't have to make sense.

But it does, somehow, right now. Most things do make sense when you're high as fuck on mind-expanding mushrooms, Daniel notes with some measure of serene satisfaction. Just kinda nice.

"I like it when you do." A thumb, over a pulse point. "I like when you draw anything, actually. It's nice having you there, when we're both doing something. Listening to the way you move a pencil or a charcoal over a surface. Or when I come back and find something you've done, that you're working on."

Alone, together, he just likes that Armand draws.