For a moment or two Armand is dreaming a little with the possibilities -- would they steal into one of the grand cathedrals and marry themselves on the altar there? Perhaps. He's pulled out of his thoughts by the careful hand on his wrist, a promise of hidden strength. He looks into Daniel's flame-flicker gaze and loves him with a sweet, uncomplicated happiness.

"Daniel," he murmurs, amused and wishing he could see the images unfolding in Daniel's mind, "would you have me confess my sins?"