He gives his pointers. The way one can shape their commands to resemble the sorts of things a human tells themselves: stop, duck, faster, go. A light touch that still takes a preternatural amount of concentration and care to maintain. When Daniel truly explores the untapped potential of all a vampiric mind is capable of, the amount of plates that can be spun in one moment, then there will be trouble.

And Armand is not yet tired of sweet little kisses. Of cloying behaviour. Eventually, maybe something will turn, curdle, and Daniel will kiss him in that way and he might feel like e has been set on fire or needs to remove his skin to escape whatever deception it feels like, from either of them, but for now—

A pleased hum, a reluctance to stand. But he does.

"Please, be welcome," he tells Deana, who doesn't respond to that like he actually said it, but some part of her brain receiving it, soothed by it. She moves inside, this known quantity who has turned herself into a corpse already, a missing person report filed in, let's be generous, twelve hours or so.

He picks up his drawings things, and goes to put them away. Does the rounds, ensuring curtains are drawn.