[ His face is burning with the new influx of blood, with this strange drug induced arousal. Seeing Daniel usually summons a similar response regardless, but everything is heighten now and Armand is uncomfortably aware of everything, from the way his clothes sit on his frame, to the blood still in his mouth, to the way Daniel knows him so well that he's able to pick apart his actions without even having being present.. It makes him want and only half of that is the the ice-cream, but he responds, let's the anxiety of his discovery dampen the fire raging inside him. ]

..I did and I don't know. I am not.. I do not have the full range of my usual sensitivity and powers - the parlour was a muddle and I was being single minded. No mortal would usually dare approach me, but it was not a 'usual' situation was it? Neither is this a usual place...

[ He trails off, staring at Daniel, his expression blank but for a strange vulnerability in his eyes, something about the way he holds himself, not the usual easy straight posture, but a little hunched into his jacket, into the bulky hooded sweater beneath.
This is his Daniel, but it is also not his Daniel. His boy was cold and changed and Armand had been resting under the weight of his arm as they rode the subway, he'd closed his eyes for barely a moment, Daniel's chin pressed to the crown of his head, no more than a series of heartbeats and then he had awoken here, alone.

The boy before him however, still burns with equal distrust and resentment to love, still so achingly mortal that it makes Armand feel numbness through his extremities. ]

I do not think we are anywhere we know, nor anywhere near. It is desolate and clinical, like someone made a city from the inside of a lab..

[ Armand purses his lips against saying more, fighting off the desire to bully himself into Daniel's personal space in search of comfort and obey the siren song of the chemicals roiling through his system.]