Daniel smiles back, tentative, not sure he's handling this great but loving Armand so much right now it feels overwhelming. He turns his head and drops a quick kiss on one slender wrist.

"What do you want, Armand," he asks intently, at odds with the gentle way they're bowed into each other, the little touches. "Is it just the aesthetics of romance? We play it out because the ritual is fun? You want honeymoon sex? You want my last name? Do you want it just because I've done it before? Or is it more serious than all that? If this really matters to you, I wanna know." So he can really think about it, beyond 'cute, meaningless'.