"I don't care if it's magic!" Carlisle cuts back with his own disapproving tone. "It's blood, and that's disgusting!"

And on top of that, the pounding in his head is getting worse. Can a vampire from another world be controlled by aural compulsion? It's a fair question, and one to which Carlisle does not want to know the answer. After all, he's sure there's no faster way to destroy this tenuous truce they have like dominating Armand's mind.

At least he's aware enough of what it feels like when he's starting to lose his grip on his curse to fight back -- that's not terribly encouraging, since that means he's lost control of it enough times to familiarize himself with it, but he'll take what he can get at this moment. He's got plenty to worry about as it is.