He watches all her movements like a cat peering at a bird through the window, his fingers in Daniel's hair still toying with more of an absent minded fidget now. Watches the actions she takes at, Armand is sure, Daniel's instruction, smiles a little at the art of hiding the body before the body has stopped moving.

Foolish for him to give instructions. Daniel scarcely needs them. This could be an opportunity to feel redundant, but it doesn't turn into one. There is much more appeal for him personally in watching this fledgling he has made act upon the world, as he wishes.

"Millennials would," he says. "Justifying an absence of disposable income and a nice time spent at home in terms of capitalist productivity, or the willful lack thereof."

But, for the record, "I also like it."