Armand lifts his head, turns to look at that sleeve. His experience of it extrasensory, but fun to watch too through lazily half-hooded eyes. This, he thinks, would probably take more concentration normally, but something about the chemicals he is on makes it all simple. He wonders if he could unravel a person.

"I like that you like it," he says, as they are undressed in this way. Shifting a little to let fabric slither and split apart between them. "That you don't fear it as you should."

(A little unfair to Louis, maybe, who came into things with a whole mess of perfectly valid hang ups and worries about the balancing of power, overtuned to it, watchful of it. Armand did what he could. He limited his reminders.)

He lays a harmless bite to Daniel's chin.