it's only late, you have time

He did not need to be that horny about it.

it's probably fine

It's 1977 and a tear-streaked Armand runs into a San Francisco hospital lobby carrying a limp Daniel bridal-style, screaming "he needs blood! He needs blood!" while two nurses run over with a stretcher, only to see the goofiest satisfied grin plastered across Daniel's pale face. Two hours and four blood bags later and the first thing he says when he comes to is "do you like that baby?"

This smile was insane! He finally found someone who could take his cat-like temperament. Someone he can scratch as hard as he likes, and he won't be hurt. Someone who will take all the hits and never leave. Someone who will give him back as hard as he gives. Someone who won't die on him.