"Yes."

A strange period of time. Armand was not subject to the same utter disorientation that he dragged Daniel through, but still disoriented. Out of body, a little. In this moment, he thinks of Peanut, lamp eyed beneath the shadow of a chair, claws dug into the wooly interior of a slipper. Curious about what is happening in his little cat brain.

Hard to decipher what was going on in his own, on reflection. A series of actions, words, impulses, curiousities. And he was so—

Angry? He supposes so. A tree alight in a gallery.

"And yes," to answer the other question. "I didn't know if we would see each other again soon. I knew I couldn't be around you then. I tried to understand why I'd done what I'd done by explaining it." Amusement in his tone, lifting his head again. "You turned it back to me. As you are wont to do."

Daniel, somehow seeing through half a millennia, straight to the soul of who Amadeo was when he become immortal.

"It was selfish of me," he adds, but there is something warm in his tone. Pleased with himself, for doing the selfish thing.

(Yes, certain other vampires might scoff at this idea, that this is a change in behaviour for Armand. Perhaps they are right to.)