"Sure," says John, just glad to be on the same page now. To be clear about which of them is scary — which of them is in control of this situation.

He's just as interested in Armand's hands, a little flirty still in how he plays their fingers together. They're cold: on a whim that is still lightly cruel, he flushes them with blood even though Armand claimed earlier he'd need to feed soon, and this likely expedites that timeline. But selfishly, John warms his hand to hold anyway. Wonders how much function he could bring back to the undead body, if he could get bone marrow providing blood cells. It hadn't worked with Eddie, but he hadn't had a lot of room to experiment.

"I prefer John," he says seriously. "Teacher, if you must. To be honest, I have a lot of annoying titles and I'm not looking to add Master."