He lifts Armand's hand from his chest, lips brushing those long and elegant fingers that he's spent a hell of a lot of time considering.

"You'd think terrible people, assholes in general, would taste worse, but there's a real satisfaction in it," Daniel tells him, pressing a pleased smack of his lips to Armand's temple. "Like cracking open a cold beer after a long day."

The ride comes to an end, then, and either no one noticed them sucking neck up there or they know better than to bring it up. "C'mon," Daniel says. "We'll be picnicking on the beach."