It's a damn good thing Daniel's left holding the jacket, able to hold it right in front of him, because is this ever doing it for him.

To be fair, Armand quietly reading the phonebook would do it for him.

But the fucking smartass sass, those perfect pearly white fangs flashing, the clear baiting-- yeah. Yeah.

"Oh, babydoll," he says, strolling closer, giving Armand a quick smack on the ass. To their victim, he says, "Wedding's only a month away, and he's a little stressed. Total oral fixation, but he loves to tease me about it. Thought he'd come blow off some steam, check out the Tunnel of Love. That thing have a swan boat?"

He almost feels bad for this guy.