He'd been captivated by 'Rashid' immediately, despite everything between himself and Louis. That whole encounter, being stared at (through brown contact lenses, you fucking weirdo) during something so obviously intimate even though it was being passed off as food. Daniel has too many conflicting thoughts about that whole thing, but it stands out in his mind now, a mirror of Armand's own thoughts.

Until he sets it aside. Being here right now is more important, especially with the way Armand is pawing at him. It makes him shiver. He nips his maker's lower lip, gentle and teasing, even as his own breath hitches.

(Daniel decides he's going to wait to ask, and pick a time when he's sure Armand is about to fucking kill him for not asking.)

"Yeah?"

Been decades since anyone's fucked him. No complaints (howsyour—) historically but he wonders if he's still, you know, got it. His dick is pretty interested in finding out, his pulse ticking back up with sharp excitement.