Daniel makes him feel alive in ways he hasn't in centuries, but also nervous because he doesn't know how to be this person without burning down the village around him to find warmth. He's always been self-minded, but now it seems like it's dialled up beyond that.

And now, Daniel's hand in his, Armand knows this much -- he will destroy the world before he lets this get away from him, no matter what he has to do.

"I don't know if not dating was our problem," Armand comments, lifting their joined hands. "We did this in Paris, you know. Walked hand in hand down the Champs Elysée. I bought you a lovely green dinner jacket, but we didn't get to dinner." They got as far as the hotel room before Armand had stripped it off Daniel, slicing into him and feeding him blood.

He walks slowly with Daniel, basking in the memory. "My beloved planner," he marvels. "You only needed to show up for tonight to be perfect. I appreciate the excuse to dress up, however."