"Desino geniflucti," John says, closing the distance between them again. "Come on, get up. I'm not going to kill you." It's not some special privilege; maybe now Armand can see the benefits of having mercy on the cattle. "Especially not when that's the hottest thing you've done since we met." For all his sheepish refusal of this sudden worship, he does really like it. But he feels guilty when it's for real. Offers Armand a hand up that he probably doesn't need, his palm warm and a little work-rough.