"That's only a problem if you don't intend to let me out of the house," he notes. Flirtatious if you squint. (Please squint.)
No blood bags in the fridge. Gross. NYC has an overpopulation problem, Daniel has no problem killing. Armand knows that. Daniel palms over his chest, his belly, slides fingers over the curve of his hip. Considers.
Decides that there's no reason to buck the trend on honesty.
"You've never indicated an openness to sharing your blood. I wouldn't want something that you're not comfortable with." A squeeze, where his hand is laying on his side again, obviously reluctant to stop touching him. Knees bumping, close enough to be oh-so-quiet. "I liked that you did it. I mean it: Everything's yours."
Important that Armand knows he has blanket permission to do what he wants to Daniel. And besides, nobody talks about fledgling blood like it's a tool to be bartered with and used as some kind of video game level-up, the way ancient blood is talked about. He doesn't want Armand to feel like some ... commodity. He'd want him to enjoy it.
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No blood bags in the fridge. Gross. NYC has an overpopulation problem, Daniel has no problem killing. Armand knows that. Daniel palms over his chest, his belly, slides fingers over the curve of his hip. Considers.
Decides that there's no reason to buck the trend on honesty.
"You've never indicated an openness to sharing your blood. I wouldn't want something that you're not comfortable with." A squeeze, where his hand is laying on his side again, obviously reluctant to stop touching him. Knees bumping, close enough to be oh-so-quiet. "I liked that you did it. I mean it: Everything's yours."
Important that Armand knows he has blanket permission to do what he wants to Daniel. And besides, nobody talks about fledgling blood like it's a tool to be bartered with and used as some kind of video game level-up, the way ancient blood is talked about. He doesn't want Armand to feel like some ... commodity. He'd want him to enjoy it.