Daniel lets him think. He interacts with his coffee cup a bit, but not in a way that suggests fidgeting; little engagements, as he listens. A thumb running over the edge of the rim. Still feeling the bond, and wondering at it.

"Tiger tiger burning bright, how many metaphors can we fit into this bus before the driver gets eaten."

A writer, but not a poet himself. Some of his turns if phrases can be artful, and very insightful, but Daniel Molloy prefers throwing bricks to make a point over seduction. Still he can't help but smile, thinking about Armand enjoying that particular piece. Armand, stuck with his own decisions, contending with them. Armand, a predatory animal who eats people.

"I liked the kid who was glad their dad died."

It was a funny one. Brutal, but funny. And a little more conversational, so of course it spoke (haha) to Daniel.