Daniel is only half listening, his brow furrowed as he watches Armand's mouth shape the words of cities. He feels like there's a word on the tip of his tongue, something just out of reach of his memory's grasp. Confused, a little flustered, trying not to care enough to be hurt by that withdrawal, failing.

It's been a point of pride for him to not be involved in all the homosexual drama. To have the remote control and the popcorn, safe behind his laptop and notebook. Enjoying it, sure, even when it got lurid. Sex isn't any less fascinating just because it's between men, is what he's been telling himself.

Now here he is, brushing his forefinger and thumb together to feel the tackiness, aware he's run hot. He doesn't need Armand calling Dubai a baby again to be reminded that the pretty young thing he's coveting is older and more powerful than he is.

Is there still brandy? He takes another desperate drink, reckoning with the disappointment that Armand isn't the one taking a drink.

"You don't need to read me a history book," he manages, annoyed that he feels dishevelled next to Armand's poise. It's gotta be late by now, it was late when they ran into each other outside. He should go to bed before he gets cranky. "I'm not looking to learn the long history of vampirism. I've got two particular points of interest, and one's on hold while I spend the advance."