Daniel makes a laughing sound of disbelief about the idea that he wasn't meant to notice 'Rashid'. The thought of it is so fucking absurd. Louis' surreal majordomo, staring a hole in his head even before he popped his contacts out, even before Daniel started to see him in his dreams.

"You were setting up little interactive encounters and waiting for me to walk by instead of just engaging me in conversation," he teases. A funny memory now. Fake Rashid praying, or wandering around on the phone in a thin shirt, then big eyes when interrupted, oh, Mr Molloy, what a surprise, something something, weirdest speech patterns in the world. Of course he was distracting.

He shuffles a pillow behind his back, leverage for participating, one hand still petting down Armand's chest and questing between them to circle fingers around the base of his cock. He can't stop touching him, even if he's getting in the way.