Armand cannot deny some satisfaction at Daniel's tracking skills. Scratch that, he would deny it to Daniel's face for as long as necessary to try and smother that unbearably smug look from his face, but apart from that it is... hm. A relief, perhaps, that Daniel is taking to well to the dark gift. That he is capable of the sort of cleverness needed to survive his unbelievably stupid stunt with Louis and this book.

"Rashid," Armand answers, well aware he's already lost any ground by coming here at all. Why did he? The relentless draw, he could blame that, the tether between them he cannot sever. Distance does not choke it out, rationality does not sway it.

His smug, unbearable firstborn. "Your tour stops have been rather erratic." Thanks to Armand.