Several people overhearing this have little flares of jealousy. Armand ducks his head to seem suitably shocked and pleased by this, nervous edged as he assumes some foolish young thing would be in this situation. Pulls up his book, bought fresh at the same store like many others were. Never let it be said he didn't contribute to his fledging's bottom line.

"You've put me on the spot, Mr. Molloy." Purposely. There's part of Armand that is proud of that in some warped, nonsensical way. Hardly the cut of Daniel's cold sliver, but still. "Surely you don't enjoy making your fans squirm."

Still he opens his book, holding it out to a particular page. Waits for Daniel to take it, and if he does lets their fingers brush in a way several people would catch with varying reactions. A returned punishment, or bug in jar poking. Or maybe he just wants to touch, given his gaze lingers on Daniel's hands for a moment longer than it should.

It's a surprisingly tame section he points out. Armand does consider seeing if he'd read one of Louis' nauseating descriptions of fucking Lestat, but he's suffered through hearing them firsthand and has no particular interest in revisiting. No, it's just an introspective part, more Daniel's voice than many other pages. Likely cut and pruned down by the Talamasca to the point of being trivial, but a throughline about the nature of the monstrous when brought to light.