"Yeah," Daniel says, grinning stupidly. "You're a pretty princess and the boys come running when you beckon your unbearably lovely finger. Probably plenty of old perverts too."

Their quarry starts to bitch at each other about whether they're in the right spot. Daniel takes the moment to shed his own jacket, and then reaches out to skim his hands along Armand's naked forearms. "Yeah, that... that does it for me," he mutters, "I like that."

"Do your thing, babe," Daniel says. "If they end up hitting on you, though, I might rip their dicks off."