Just the two of them here, but always bound in a web; to Lestat, to Armand (to absent children). Armand was right that Daniel is a black hole, but his mind isn't like his maker's. Sharp, strong, certain things firmly sectioned away, but there's no ascetic, curated dollhouse. The way he invites Louis in is clumsy with enthusiasm, emotion rushing with raw honesty. The way he reaches for him is not with precision, not looking for anything surgical, he just wants Louis.

"Yeah. I think."

He thinks a lot of things. Things Louis can see, feel, hear, read, whatever it is that happens. Profound affection. Intense desire. He wants Louis to have whatever he wants, and if it's psychic, if he wants to touch his mind then: yes. Here. He can have it, and Daniel will like it, too, because Daniel likes everything when it's too much and overwhelming.

Drugs. Sex. Blood. Arguments. All of it. Hands on Louis' body, resting against him, ready to take him into his mouth again, and mentally all awash and ope for him.

"Oh and— fucking, am," he laughs a little, fucking, haha, he knows how to do that. But. "Am I going to hurt you with my goddamn nails?"