"You were equally possessive of me during your mortal days. Perhaps not to the same degree," Armand must confess, "but I would catch your eye when others were near me. I could see the way your lovely jaw clenched," he murmurs, as he strokes Armand's jaw, fondly staring at him.

He did so enjoy those days, but he loves these even more now that Daniel wants him so obsessively. It makes Armand feel that he's not alone in his feelings.

"You could buy me a collar," Armand suggests. "Something that only you would know is a collar. Something that meant I belonged to you. I do, after all, don't I?"