The way my maker left me.

There's a loaded phrase if he ever heard it, and it speaks to some level of devotion that Daniel simply lets it be. For now.

"Hey, I'm not letting anyone take you from me, either," he says, words humming into Armand's thigh. He looks up, pressing his mouth there once more, openly admiring how fucking pretty a face looks back-- and then he sinks his teeth in, letting the heady taste of blood fill his mouth.