Does he look interested in the car, the mechanical malfunction, or the idea of a mortal trapped inside like a Sims character dying in a closet when the door's been deleted? Daniel wonders about it, and then wonders at himself that none of those options are repulsive. A quick transition he's made into this unlife, caring so little about the people who were until very recently his human peers. But he's always been an asshole.

"A piano could fall on me, on foot."

Food for thought. He's out here in the wild, basically anything can go wrong. Might as well take a cab if he's going to check his email on the ride over.

But anyway. He looks at Armand, and considers what might tempt his interest (more than it's already obviously tempted), and further, what might be the worst possible thing to try. There's always the wildcard option, which would be a cop-out with anyone else, but with Armand, would be like putting his entire head into an open crocodile mouth.

"I'll let you pick what we do after. No promises that I won't complain. But I'll cooperate."

Daniel doesn't need Armand's help, here. He's not trying to bribe him for his vital assistance. He's just giving this ticket out because he's reckless and he wants Armand to stick around.