The praise is rewarded with a slow, amused shutter of Armand's eyes, closing for a fraction of a second as he allows Daniel's thumb to rest on his tongue, tasting all the base salts and minerals of his skin. A tiny, impossibly tiny amount of time for anyone, let alone an immortal vampire, but it's enough -- for now.
Then Armand pulls back, lets him go, entirely. He tugs his hand out from Daniel's slackening grip, withdraws with a shifting of his weight, resettles on the end of the couch with the opposite leg folded over the other. Places his hands, folded, on his knee. He studies Daniel with his lambent eyes, a degree of warmth in his expression.
"As I said, Venice was everything. But we both know that it's a small part of a larger story. Far longer than Louis'. Or," a flicker of tension, "Lestat's. And my story is only a small part of an even greater one. Venice, Paris. Rome. San Francisco. New York, Dubai. They are modern cities now, but they've lived for a long time. Well, some of them. Dubai is a child, squatting on the edge of the desert. A fishing village with delusions of grandeur. But a good place to hide, in plain sight."
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Then Armand pulls back, lets him go, entirely. He tugs his hand out from Daniel's slackening grip, withdraws with a shifting of his weight, resettles on the end of the couch with the opposite leg folded over the other. Places his hands, folded, on his knee. He studies Daniel with his lambent eyes, a degree of warmth in his expression.
"As I said, Venice was everything. But we both know that it's a small part of a larger story. Far longer than Louis'. Or," a flicker of tension, "Lestat's. And my story is only a small part of an even greater one. Venice, Paris. Rome. San Francisco. New York, Dubai. They are modern cities now, but they've lived for a long time. Well, some of them. Dubai is a child, squatting on the edge of the desert. A fishing village with delusions of grandeur. But a good place to hide, in plain sight."