He's so pretty it's unnerving, voice like honey, weaving through the endless voids of John that nobody's ever been able to fill. Beautiful serpent. But pretty flattery isn't what does it for John.

"Nope," he admits. Walked out to the maze, didn't make it all the way there. Full of Doritos and sadness. Sobering up. He stands there with his hip cocked a little, feet apart, gaze an infinite weight. "Maybe if you get back on your knees, Armand." Still mangling his name.