"I cleared every city of would-be fledgling attackers," Armand confesses without a care in the world for his admitting to murder. "Anyone who dared threaten you forfeited their life. Any number of humans fell in that camp as well."

He grabs at Daniel's neck with his other hand to kiss him passionately, desperately, as fond memories of Florida filter through his mind.

"It was home," he admits, nostalgia colouring his view of it. "The place I was happiest, until it all went terribly wrong." Now, he focuses intently on bringing Daniel off, sinking to his knees for the second time tonight as he strips away Daniel's trousers to finish the work he'd begun earlier.