[ Where the promise of violence causes Lestat to tense up, it loosens something in Armand. His shoulders drop slightly as his chin tips up, baring his already exposed throat to the teeth of the wolf he's allowed into his home. He rubs his fingertips against his thumb, the only sign of restlessness. ]

He had me while you were in the air. I woke him to tell him you were arriving. He fed from me, and then he fucked me. Over this table.