Making out and warming up again, free from stereotypical post-coital male helplessness; being a vampire is fucking great. Daniel's going to go insane if Armand decides this was just a one-day thing, even aside from the earth-shattering profound emotional impact of this.

A shuddering breath, with that instruction. His hand flexes where it's clutching at Armand's side, venting restless energy in the face of flirting. What a fucking tease. But he had to know that was in there, surely. He did the same thing torturing him. Meticulously unspooling him.

"I'd like—" Fuck. "I'd like you to bite me again."

Shy? A smidge. He also wants the reverse, but he's keeping in mind Armand's boundaries.

"You're the only one who's ever done that, you know. I mean, since way back then. I never expected it to feel this way."

No blood sharing on the disaster road trip, at least not with Daniel. Armand, and only Armand, after Louis gored his neck.