welcome

Armand sighs, and gestures for Alex to take a few steps to his right. He pushes Daniel to his mark by the shoulders, “Daniel, you must introduce yourself to the fans. Try not to sound your age, we don’t want to lose viewership before we explain the clip.” “And, I mean,” Daniel continues, bowling over Alex’s feeble attempt to get a word in edgewise. “This video isn’t exactly going to put a halt to the Great Conversion. This is more of a petty-revenge porn kind of thing, yeah?” “Why, this is journalism, love,” Armand says with flippant finality. “You of all people should recognize, we’re simply breaking a headline. The people need to know.”

"Perhaps you would like to make love first?" Armand chooses to take advantage of one of his last opportunities for sardonic jabs at Daniel Molloy's expense, "One last fuck before you enter the great beyond? How long has it been, Daniel?" Uncertainty, amusement, an erotic thrill, and mortal fear move through Daniel like a shiver. Wave after wave after wave of second-hand human adrenaline falls over Armand as Daniel processes the general fucked-upedness of his situation. With all the natural eloquence afforded to anyone born in the past century, of course. "Yeah," Daniel manages after a minor stunned silence, broken only by Armand's disbelieving laughter. "We can do that."