Nevermind the crowd flowing around them, Daniel catches Armand up, both hands on his waist.

"Oh," he says softly, just for the two of them. "I see you," and his eyes gleam the same gold as Armand's, a dangerous smile in his voice. He leans in, kissing Armand with a bit of fang, and murmurs, "You know I do."

He has to pull away then, or risk something that's going to cause a real problem, the kind he doesn't want to deal with tonight.

"Well, I was thinking I would just relish these guys having their games taken apart by the prettiest little thing they've ever seen," Daniel teases, "but now I want you to hunt down the ugliest fucking prize they've got."