Armand responds to the kiss with a gentle answer. Almost surprised by it, despite the way they've been sharing in this contact for a little while now. His torso lists in as if he might pursue more. Stops himself, contents himself with a hand settling higher up at Daniel's shoulder, fingertip tracing the collar of his shirt.

A little smile for the topic of fumbling, and it fades but doesn't freeze at the rest. A flicker of a look down, acknowledgment, and back up.

"It's been a long time since I've been with anyone different," he says. "So we may find ourselves fumbling together."

And that might be nice, says his tone. Different kinds of potential clumsiness, granted.

"I won't ask that of you," to address the rest. Humour present when he adds, "And I suppose my reminding you that it's not possible for you to truly do those things is beside the point."