Holy shit, is this doing it for him. His cock throbs in the night air, and he can't stop staring at that face, the bitten lip.

"I told myself I was being an idiot, and a perverted old idiot, but fuck, I couldn't squash it. I saw how devoted you were. If I'd had any idea... well. You're devoted to me now," and that's still a bit awed to be completely in character, but he can't help it, "and yeah, I need you." He reaches out, stroking Armand's jaw, and then taps at the hinge of it.

"Open, baby," he says, wrapping the command in nonchalance. "Hold onto my thighs, and open that gorgeous smartass mouth for me."