He had sat up and started talking because he wanted to talk, but specifically gives him pause. A pause in which Armand can luxuriate in being so settled, in the slow pressure of Daniel's fingertips at his hips, at what this configuration could do for them with few obstacles in the way.

"That I wish to know you better," he says. Honesty, then. He lets it tumble out. "I want to know what you like and then give you that."

No mind reading, no cheating his way past verbal description. Louis might say, now, that he didn't enjoy the roles they had shared, but Armand would not have encouraged it if he didn't think it was what Louis needed of him, if he didn't in part need it in return.

He doubts, at least, that Daniel wants to be his master. He thinks he would be disappointed to find out if he did.