Re: [Webster's: Cris, Daniel & Sam]
Daniel's eyes were the same dark as ever as he glanced inside the apartment toward Sam, who was attempting to entice the cat out from under the cat and shouting her exuberance across the distance to the threshold. His expression made no changes, and he looked back at Cris. With Cris chin lifted, Daniel automatically dropped his gaze down to Cris' throat, magnetic and without conscious thought. The vampire's eyes were back up at Cris' eyes again soon enough, weighing his expression. His fingers were still twisted in his own shirt under his sternum.
It didn't look like Daniel was going to faint like a corseted lady. He looked hard instead, skin flushed with color and teeth outlined under his lip. He was wearing an expression different than any other that either Cris or Sam had ever seen. It looked as if he was on the edge between frantic and enraged. Cornered, was the look.
Slowly, Daniel blinked. It looked like a conscious effort. "Does she age when you touch her?" Daniel asked, watching Cris' eyes. "Mortal again?"