That declaration curls around something deep and just a little fucked up in Daniel, and Louis can no doubt sense his interest— and on the heels of that, the sheepish thought that he doesn't actually know what his limit is. The sexual partners he's had since transformation have all been mortals, before this encounter right here right now, and he's always stopped just a little beyond what should be normal for a human man (granted, one younger than him), and nothing past it.

Another half hour? ... A week??? Mysteries of the universe. Does Louis know? How much exhaustion kink does he get up to? Inquiring mind. Singular. This specific, inquiring mind.

"Sounds pretty cool."

Saying dopey shit on purpose, just to see if Louis will laugh.