It is infinitely more frightening when Armand plays ball. It is infinitely more interesting. And it is still fucking crazy to know Armand thinks there's no spark in him worth preserving, when Daniel is here fixed on his every word.

"I picked up on that, yeah," is kind of funny, if you think Daniel Molloy's rainbow of dry tones are funny.

"You had a reason to be. I handed you an unpinned grenade and stared at you as it went off."

A ruinous action that, in turn, Daniel had a reason for. The reason mostly boiling down to fuck you, which, funnily enough, remains his impression of why Armand made him. Fuck you. Armand could only dismantle Daniel temporarily. Daniel could only checkmate him through subterfuge.

Good at being narrative foils.

"Are you still angry? In general, I mean. You can be angry at me forever, if you have to, it'd be reasonable."