Is it Louis' final command of him, that has him put away that tempting jewel? Near to final, if we're being pedantic, but regardless, he has been told not to hurt the man. There is no asking or making, only the finality of a thing. Not an unappealing finality.

And Daniel's thoughts are even clearer than his voice. Are you sure? Armand draws in a long breath. What was dinner about? Breathes it out again.

Which isn't to say the words out loud don't penetrate.

Slowly, he stands. A graceful, borderline unnatural way of going from criss-cross applesauce to light on his feet.

"You barely understand what you've taken apart," he says, and now he sounds a little less far away to himself, turning to look at Molloy. Molloy who is not running, but then, where could he meaningfully go? (Louis is leaving. He is by, now, in the private lobby. His mind is busy. Frantic. Armand can't make out anything from the noise.)

The distant direction of his eye narrows, focuses. The smell of burning plastic, heated metal. No need to address that, as far as the information on the device is concerned. Daniel has everything backed up. Daniel is prepared.

He drops his stare on the items Daniel is scraping together. Packing. Absurd. As if any of this is worth anything.

"Where are you going?"