Once, Daniel had pitched a theory to Louis, that Armand was going to make Daniel say yes, so that he could control the both of them. But maybe there's a grotesque gothic romance option where Armand loses it last second, and does it himself. An absurd thought. Fanfic level delusion.

(But maybe.)

Armand's eyes looks so beautiful. Alien, unlike anything else in this world living or dead. Daniel can see them in the dark, and he knows his own mirror their color. Amber-orange-smoldering fire of interest, a thing he used to think was about him being angry, and that being angry just happened to overlap quite often with thinking about Armand.

Daniel kisses him back. Lets him into his mouth, curls his tongue against his, presses one hand flat against his chest so he can pet him, uses the other to slide around his side and encourage him to press even closer. No, not about to kick him out. If he's honest with himself — and this seems like the day for it — he's wanted this for too long to let it fade into sleep so soon. He wants to taste the satisfaction he saw in Armand's eyes, and gloat to himself about being the one to put it there.