Armand easily rocks that little bit aside to meet Daniel's eye. Happy to engage. It's still a little like playing with their food, just less aggressively. Talking about it in front of her. Sensing the way her mind has to skitter aside or bend or shape itself around the words.

"Separate things," agreeable, "the chemical we are taking in through the blood and our own physiological response to it, and our psychic sense of the person producing that blood, their feelings, their memories, their emotional state."

Turns his hand, tangling fingers with Daniel. "But I wouldn't be surprised if there's interference between the two. I'm given to understand that psychedelics produce powerful spiritual awakenings."