[ Midnight knows that at this point, the Sanguinarch remembers not to smile, then holds firm, does exactly as he's told. Not because he's being told to do it, but because he is strong, and he relishes proving it. Both he and the Sanguinarch have this in common.

What they also have in common is a held breath, a locked pair of knees, until the architect's weight rests firmly in his arms. He holds that breath until his joints solidify back to cartilage. The architect's strength is required of Kaveh; so too does the Sanguinarch demand strength of Midnight.

(See, this is why he'd never get along with a normal vampire. Very little room just to be oneself.)

Once he has Kaveh, carrying him under his thighs, steady and unyielding, he begins to sway to invisible music, music he begins to hum. The architect's heard this one; it was the last dance at that gala before the assassination, a waltz as heavy as stormclouds. ]

Do you have any other requests, love? I am the Sanguinarch, after all. I shall forgive you everything, and give you everything. It is only noble.

[ This would sound very grand, but it's being spoken, soft and low, into Kaveh's ear. Eyes hidden, breath steady. A vampire ushers in death. What privilege it is to hold death in one's arms!

(He thinks of tomorrow for the first time in a long time. He knows it will be emptier. This, too, is sacred.) ]