Easy and sweet, folding into the same space together, relaxing in each others' presence. Armand is still getting used to it -- will always, for the length of his eternal life, on some level be getting used to it -- but he knows how to paper over the cracks in the places he can't join together.

He kisses Daniel back, maybe a little too eager for the role of the aloof god, shifting his weight to lean into the altar, old stone against his legs and Daniel pressed against him. When their mouths part, he drifts more kisses across Daniel's cheek, the soft and beloved lines. His own hands are already at work around Daniel's hips, tugging up his shirt, seeking bare skin.

"Lamb of mine," he purrs. Leaning back a little, he takes hold of Daniel's shirt with both hands and pulls it open hard enough to send the buttons pinging off into the green shadows of the chapel. That done, he drags the points of his fingernails over Daniel's chest, through the thatch of grey hair. He looks into Daniel's eyes as he draws a circle over his heart.

"Merciless?"