Armand's gaze falls back to the corpses in question. Rigor mortis is going to set in, but they have vampire strength to aid them and the darkness around them to do the trick. Armand considers the ocean and how far he'll have to go, but with a few rocks, he believes the aquatic life ought to do the work for them.

"Let me clean up," he says, a hand pressed reassuringly to Daniel's hip. "And then we'll return home. We can talk more about our arrangement." His mind is already percolating possibilities as he imagines what Daniel is mentioning.

Retain control, yet also be submissive? It's an interesting idea, and one he wants to consider.

First, there are the bodies. He's out of Daniel's lap and uses his speed, the stoppage of time, and several rocks to tie to the men's clothes, taking them out one by one at least a mile before dropping them into the ocean and watching them sink. The sharks and the fish will make work of them and with luck, they're the type of men that no one will miss.

He lands back on the shore with ease, striding to pick up his jacket as he buttons up again, holding an elbow out for Daniel to take. "Shall we?"