Daniel sits back down in the chair heavily, and Armand gets to see his expression when he isn't fighting and hiding his attraction. Transfixed, he looks upon Armand as his whole world, a sworn atheist finding God. It's the echo of the want and awe of his youth, matured, fixated.

"Yeah," he says with a dismissiveness that can't hold up as sincere when he's staring at Armand like this. "I won't. I'll be careful. Though you'll have to teach me how to make sure he doesn't just pick it outta my brain."