Less out of duty or celibacy or restraint so much as Armand staying completely out of the way of other vampires and having absolutely no desire to fuck a human. This is something that is slow for young ones to grasp, the way the difference between vampire and mortal can feel as profound as the difference between a man and a dog, or a man and a child. Different species, different conceptions of reality, empathy, reasoning. Something distasteful about the idea, to him, possibly part of the tangle of having never wished to work the Dark Trick.
Or maybe that isn't Armand's age. Maybe that's just Armand. He had been transformed and then found himself on a higher plane of existence to humanity, and was no longer subject to the things he'd been shaped to endure. Then, a fire, and he found himself on a lower plane of existence to humanity, beneath their feet, existing in their shadows, never to mingle.
This feels human, though. Pleasantly ordinary. "I don't want to hurt you either," after a moment, as if taking a second to decide that this is true. He doesn't want things to feel like San Francisco. Whatever joy he'd derived from making Daniel shake and cry isn't the kind of joy he seeks now. That had, anyway, been about Louis.
"But if you would want to indulge me, I'd enjoy using you. Sometimes."
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Less out of duty or celibacy or restraint so much as Armand staying completely out of the way of other vampires and having absolutely no desire to fuck a human. This is something that is slow for young ones to grasp, the way the difference between vampire and mortal can feel as profound as the difference between a man and a dog, or a man and a child. Different species, different conceptions of reality, empathy, reasoning. Something distasteful about the idea, to him, possibly part of the tangle of having never wished to work the Dark Trick.
Or maybe that isn't Armand's age. Maybe that's just Armand. He had been transformed and then found himself on a higher plane of existence to humanity, and was no longer subject to the things he'd been shaped to endure. Then, a fire, and he found himself on a lower plane of existence to humanity, beneath their feet, existing in their shadows, never to mingle.
This feels human, though. Pleasantly ordinary. "I don't want to hurt you either," after a moment, as if taking a second to decide that this is true. He doesn't want things to feel like San Francisco. Whatever joy he'd derived from making Daniel shake and cry isn't the kind of joy he seeks now. That had, anyway, been about Louis.
"But if you would want to indulge me, I'd enjoy using you. Sometimes."