Words that echo in Louis, shared experience. Of being so unable to stop, hunger beyond anything a human experienced. Louis

A flicker of thought to Lestat, to Lestat and Daniel. Things Louis hasn't quite asked about being it feels invasive, prying where he shouldn't.

Daniel had offered, offered to let Louis drink from him, kiss him, keep him in whatever way they wind their way to. His skin burns everywhere Daniel puts his mouth, flushed fever warm under Daniel's hands, and it's overwhelming while simultaneously not being anything near enough.

Louis wanted him. Louis wanted him even when he could hardly remember Daniel.

"I'd let you," is familiar recklessness, is deep trust. Is Louis shivering in response to the flinch of thought that passes between them, feeling Daniel want him and wanting him all the more in return. Louis' fingers hooked beneath Daniel's jaw, tugging him insistently up to bite himself a kiss before Louis tells him, "I want you to. You won't hurt me."

Louis is capable of stopping him, if Daniel can't stop himself. There is blood enough in this building for Louis, for them both, if they go too far.