Daniel shudders back just enough to wrap his arms around himself, letting Louis go. Suddenly feeling like he might crawl out of his own skin, or do something out of his own control. His eyes are green again, but inhuman— shifting still, the color change more apparent on him than Armand, whose slides into yellow and red were less jarring, staring from amber.

"What?"

What. He can't. He can't. (Even though he might have fucking tried blood, when offered, but there was no way he was going to play into their weird game.)

Louis offers himself, and something in Daniel surges up to demand he say yes, demand he lunge forward. He can feel himself tremble. Do you want— too much of a question for him, for a mind that's starting to truly freak the fuck out.

"I don't want to hurt you."