Continued from here @thevampiremariusderomanus
Armand studied Marius' face, reading so much there. After all how could his maker hide anything from this close a vigil, those blue eyes drinking him in just as his brown orbs fuelled by the blood alcohol did. The starry eyed gaze he craved far more than he'd ever admit. A stare of adoration that didn't find him wanting. Or atleast that's what he let himself believe once more. Both of them disarmed in a way. Not expecting a real reply to his question, he wasn't that drunk...yet. "More in general then."
The accompanying smile warming him like the sun, not reading anything other than the fact Marius possibly found himself sweet right now. Nothing to ride rancour, too intoxicated to be vexed. A cherub in this moment by name and nature. If cherubs had histories of ritual massacre and minds like a man trap. The touches up his back, concentrating on that spot between his shoulders welcome. Armands hand still snuck in between buttons moved lightly in time with Marius' caresses. Small circles with delicate ringed fingers on that fine chest.
"More drink and questions with it?" Watching his maker hold the bottle. "Necking." He said suddenly. "-from the bottle." Armand added with glee in his voice, how very uncouth of the elder. How typical he would make the meaning a double entendre. Feeling a blush to his cheeks.