When Daniel realizes how Armand is moving, the wonder in his expression becomes more pronounced. It's just cool when he uses his powers. When he acts like they're as natural as any other part of him. Daniel remembers the first time he saw him, that ridiculous display. He'd been angry at him for lying and for the charade, but he'd been so impressed, too. Fascinated. (Haha.) It makes him feel good at Armand is comfortable enough to just be, around him.

A soft laugh, at the question. He sees flowers growing around Armand.

"Oh, inflated to the fucking moon." Armand called him handsome. Said he likes his body, likes drawing him, is happy he made him. Daniel is flustered and smug and happy and curious and all of it, all of it. He smiles and it distorts his face, aged as it is, but it's clear the mood is genuine. "You're so... you're the prettiest plant. And cool. The floating, it's cool..."

Hearing himself. Daniel scrunches his nose and closes his eyes, sigh. Still laughing. He knows he sounds like an idiot with a crush, not an old man talking to his own maker.