"Not enough to eat you, don't worry," he tells Peanut, who just continues to stare at him. If he were going to anthropomorphize the cat, he'd say that Peanut looks perpetually on the verge of tears— and now is no different, looking as though maybe Daniel is going to eat him, and is very sad about it.

A sigh. Daniel pats his furry hindquarter, and looks at Armand.

Always good at reading people, and he thinks he's steadily getting better at reading his maker. He thinks he can tell that the elder vampire wants to walk across the room and touch him. Could be a million reasons why he doesn't, from 'cat in the way' to 'hundreds of years of screwed up issues'. For now, Daniel leaves the cat where he is, and even jiggles Peanut a little in his cradled hold. Peanut endures.

"We could go out."

Because he is hungry. Daniel has come to accept he's going to have to do a murder most nights— nobody talks about how the morality of it all isn't the worst part. The worst part is definitely the pain in the ass of not being able to just order take-out or warm something up in the microwave. And maybe he could, start committing to Louis' methods, but that sucks even worse. Pizza beats the absolute shit out of a blood bag. Alas, no longer an option.

"Or we could see if anyone feels like taking a walk. I've been working on it."