Yeah, he's a little high.

And at any other time since he'd met 'Rashid' in Dubai, Daniel wouldn't settle for a deflection. He'd chase the story, his own personal hunt.

"I can feel your brain trying to do something with that," he says, kissing the sweet shape of Armand's mouth before he settles himself back to where he should be. His arm stretches, easy in its mingled protection and possession, around Armand's shoulders. "Stay here with me, okay? It's almost time for dinner, anyway. I want to show off for my maker a little bit."