Does Louis want one of Daniel's shirts?

Maybe. Less an objection to the splotches of blood on his own, more of a balm for the inevitability of Daniel's scent on the fabric.

Louis gives himself time to turn it over. Listens to Daniel shedding towels, dressing himself. Considers the question.

"Maybe," he admits. "You'll need to drink often, these first days."

And Daniel knows everything about what it was like for Louis at the start. About the tractor salesman. About Louis' reluctance.

"I don't mind, Daniel. If you'd prefer to drink from me until it's more manageable."

Until Daniel can better control the fate of his prey. Decide to take a life, rather than his hunger dictating what comes of their meals.

"He left others. Enough to blunt the worst of it for now."

What did it matter, what Daniel could glean from Louis in the process? Daniel has everything already. All that he is, it's already in Daniels hands.

"Or we can try together. If you like."