Truly this is the point where their surroundings would fade away while Armand began to paint a picture of Venice for Daniel to surround them instead, and Daniel gives him that space, to share a story from that time, avid and interested in anything he has to say, regardless of the precise truth of it.

The main difference being, of course, Armand's hand on his skin. Daniel lets it stay, and when Armand has finished speaking for however long he wishes, Daniel rewards being given an answer by lifting his own hand to cup Armand's sharp jaw. His usual sceptical mien is all bright idolatry as he brushes his thumb over Armand's lower lip.

"And just like that, a little less of a mystery," Daniel murmurs.