Given Armand's obsessive guardianship of Louis as his mental health it's a very good thing he isn't aware of Daniel's general thoughts on his own survival here. Nothing like Louis, yes, but Armand hasn't been killing vampires in the cities Daniel's spending time in because he's capable of losing his first and only fledgling gracefully. Or potentially at all.

He eyes Daniel's smile, the answer to Armand's agreement, then the way Daniel almost seems to lean in. His hand on Armand's knee, the quiet intimacy of this little moment. He's enough in the moment itself he doesn't think of turning around the mortals walking by, including the bookshop worker who stops nearby to stand in awkward silence, unsure of interrupting and why the author is so cozy with a random young man.

Armand's fingers brush up Daniel's knuckles to his wrist. "Quite," he answers, before finally turning his attention to woman. She clears her throat awkwardly before introducing herself, stuttering through the schedule, before finally glancing to Armand and asking who he is as politely as she could manage.

Armand turns his gaze to Daniel again, a faint quirk to his lips as he tilts his head, waiting for Daniel to answer that for him. A little joke, how many times Daniel has asked for his name for these signings, curious to see what he decides to answer. Rashid, the assistant. Perhaps a question dismissed entirely.