The uncertainty unclenches something in Daniel's chest.

"Well," he drawls out. "I personally like variety. Kinda seems you might like it too, given how well you can boss me around." This, he punctuates by kissing the clean line of Armand's cheekbone. "You change yourself to make people happy, fine. Five hundred years is a long time to be doing it. I'm invested in making you happy. So fuck it, we do what we want and turn into people that make each other happy. Sound good?"

After a few beats, he adds, "I am absolutely giving myself a case of blueballs over this, but that's my own damn fault for stopping probably the greatest blowjob I can remember. You turned an idiot, maker of mine."