Rare to ever truly stun Daniel. Daniel who had been talking and talking through the first reveal of Louis' fangs. Who had received the entirety of Louis' story nearly in stride.

"No," is mostly true. Louis is tired, but not the kind of tired that requires a nap. He is tired of the business of piecing together his own mind, his own history.

But that's nothing to do with his request, not really.

"I want to lay down with you."

Half an intention. Maybe it goes no farther than the two of them in the lavishly appointed guest bedroom, because Louis closed the door to the one he'd shared with Armand when he'd emerged at dusk, and has no desire to lead Daniel over the threshold now.

"Is that alright?"

Daniel has a say in this, of course.