[ The reaction has Armand pushing back against the effects of the ice cream or at least trying to - the immediate anxiety and frustration he feels at Daniel's tone helps, but it still has it's claws in him. He focuses, tries not to let hurt bubble up into his expression at the accusation, but it flashes there in the purse of his lips and the hunch of his shoulders. ]

And you never will. This is no power of the Dark Gift, but it does not change the fact of my last memories or the date from my perspective. You were so quick to jump to the conclusion in your own mind, but to hear the same words from my mouth suddenly makes such a possibility false?

Really Daniel..

[ His brows draw together in distress, at once trying to clear his mind and also revel in the heady feeling of desire, so much more preferable than this brewing conflict. Oh to be held by his boy instead of being kept quite literally at arms length. ]