[ Armand's brow creases in confusion, with concern, Daniel has always been prone to fits of anger, of frustration, but this is erratic even for him and the accusation is ludicrous. ]
Don't be ridiculous, Daniel. Do you think I would waste my time with something so mundane, so bland? That I could maintain this at such a distance and disconnect from you - once more you over estimate me, belov--
[ Armand takes a step forward as he speaks, so focused on the man before him and so used to tuning out those around him, that he doesn't sense the individual to his right, until they are upon him. Mortals are usually of so little consequences to him, parting around him like a stream does for a rock formation, Armand usually impossible to move unless he wills it. So it's with no small amount of bemusement and shock that he's shoved, crowded against the high back of a booth seat and kissed. No warning, no preamble, just hands tight on his arms to hold him and a rough mouth on his as his own hands hang limp at his sides.
No one has been able to dislodge him like this in centuries and for a moment, Armand thinks wildly that this is another Vampire to have done so, but no, here, the scent of sweat, of arousal - desire in the kiss, in the pound of their mortal heart and the flurry of amorous thoughts across their mind - no immortal strength here. So then the problem lies with Armand and the very real possibility that he must be weaker somehow, changed in this strange new world and with only a portion of the power he's used to. The anxiety of that thought overrides all others and it's only moments of this unwanted contact before he moves to struggle in the strangers hold, hands coming up to push and mind flailing out in panic. ]
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Don't be ridiculous, Daniel. Do you think I would waste my time with something so mundane, so bland? That I could maintain this at such a distance and disconnect from you - once more you over estimate me, belov--
[ Armand takes a step forward as he speaks, so focused on the man before him and so used to tuning out those around him, that he doesn't sense the individual to his right, until they are upon him. Mortals are usually of so little consequences to him, parting around him like a stream does for a rock formation, Armand usually impossible to move unless he wills it. So it's with no small amount of bemusement and shock that he's shoved, crowded against the high back of a booth seat and kissed. No warning, no preamble, just hands tight on his arms to hold him and a rough mouth on his as his own hands hang limp at his sides.
No one has been able to dislodge him like this in centuries and for a moment, Armand thinks wildly that this is another Vampire to have done so, but no, here, the scent of sweat, of arousal - desire in the kiss, in the pound of their mortal heart and the flurry of amorous thoughts across their mind - no immortal strength here. So then the problem lies with Armand and the very real possibility that he must be weaker somehow, changed in this strange new world and with only a portion of the power he's used to.
The anxiety of that thought overrides all others and it's only moments of this unwanted contact before he moves to struggle in the strangers hold, hands coming up to push and mind flailing out in panic. ]
'Daniel!'