Louis' skin prickles beneath Armand's preening - the boast of power and prowess. It's understood what both of them can do, Louis has seen it deployed dozens upon dozens of times before, but with careless, hot blood running through their veins, it flares up, bright in his chest.

He welcomes the vampire into his lap, slouching, spreading his thighs just enough to make a better foundation for his love, palms starting at his ass to pull him closer before skirting up his sides. It's easier to kiss him this way, laughing against his bloodied mouth.

"Some can't even move, scared at the look of us," thoughtful, playful, the blood making him loose and lax, drawn in and drunk on Armand's attention. Fingers of one hand slide beneath the hem of his shirt, skin to skin, the bite of nails beneath ribs. "Pick one, my lord. Get you something sweet? No, no - savory, right - maybe a chase? Bring a few to sample first."

His mind gift needs work, of course, but he'd try anything now, basking in Armand's power.