Daniel takes the time to put his dick away while Armand takes care of the bodies. By the time his maker has returned, he's sitting half-sprawled on the sand, watching with an openly besotted look and thinking about getting an aquarium.

He hops up, hand sliding into the crook of Armand's elbow. "Yeah, time to go home. Are we walking? Hypnotizing some poor cabbie? One of those situations means I have to keep my hands to myself." Making sure to waggle his eyebrows suggestively, he starts them up toward the boardwalk and streets once more.