Armand's lazy smile feels like bliss as he drifts forward to climb into Daniel's lap, settling in precisely where he needs to be. Chaining to the bed does sound promising, even if Armand will have to pretend as if he simply cannot escape, but then, he did have the manacle wall in Dubai.

"I could install some whips and chains for you in the bedroom, if that's what you want," Armand says, absently toying with Daniel's curls as he studies his fledgling. "You could mark me," he allows considerately, "or buy me something I could wear." With that, he drags Daniel's fingers to his neck, raising a brow pointedly.