I can bring you prey. Fresh blood. [which he believes will hasten the healing process more than the animals or the farm. still he simply stands back, watching louis closely. maybe now, with his memories back, armand's watchful stare this way makes far more sense. the heavy history of it, the perceived thread of losing louis to himself again.
he looks to his blood stained hand, flexing his fingers and watching the blood dribbled and dry. louis' comment leaves no mark on his expression, even if he bites back thinned lips and another pointed stare.]
You have never truly appreciated my efforts before, so it would be a foolish way to attempt to appease you, don't you agree?
[Louis sucks in a breath as one of his wounds reminds him of its presence. It's true that Armand can really help him in this moment of need, but with everything he's learned since the interview started, he's stubborn in his desire to avoid him.
But even his stubbornness can recognize that he needs help right now. He won't survive if he kicks Armand out.]
Fine. [His breath comes in short bursts as he regards Armand with glassy eyes.]
no subject
he looks to his blood stained hand, flexing his fingers and watching the blood dribbled and dry. louis' comment leaves no mark on his expression, even if he bites back thinned lips and another pointed stare.]
You have never truly appreciated my efforts before, so it would be a foolish way to attempt to appease you, don't you agree?
no subject
[Louis sucks in a breath as one of his wounds reminds him of its presence. It's true that Armand can really help him in this moment of need, but with everything he's learned since the interview started, he's stubborn in his desire to avoid him.
But even his stubbornness can recognize that he needs help right now. He won't survive if he kicks Armand out.]
Fine. [His breath comes in short bursts as he regards Armand with glassy eyes.]