What a fucking sight, and at least as a vampire, Daniel feels a lot less guilty about how hard he gets. His own dinner has dropped to the sand; he hadn't been quite as neat, but being a fledgling ought to excuse that.

"Your love," Daniel says, a little shy, a little quiet, grinning stupidly at his own blood-smeared hands. "Huh."

Disposing of the bodies can wait a little longer, he thinks, as he crosses the tiny stretch of sand between them. He gathers Armand up into his arms, kissing him hard, just as hungrily as he'd devoured his prey.