Well, as far as non-sexual punishment goes, bowling isn't the worst thing Armand can think of.
He hasn't found a bridge that. In fact, Armand is obedient to speed limits, to traffic lights, to the invisible rules that govern the roads, even though it's quite late, even though he can acknowledge some buried urge to start going faster, to wreck the ugly car he is in, test the absolutes of Daniel's patience in him. One of those urges he feels in high abstract. He can cut loose in perfect moderation instead.
Otherwise, things tend to go to shit, and he does in fact wish to have a conversation with Daniel. The discourse veers philosophical, which is always nice. "The theatre used to have such debates," he says. "Our relationship to the art, to the things produced by humans, the things we produced. Not very often," granted. Perhaps Louis would have liked it more if they had.
"The usual consensus being that the thing we are is a mockery of the human, rather than a transcended version. It appealed to their sense of humour better, I think, to participate in limited fragments of human existence as a means to make fun of them for it. We'll go bowling," apparently, "and take pleasure in the performance of doing it."
There are probably some ordinary reasons why Louis liked him and Lestat yeeted himself off a cliff to get away from him, in retrospect.
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He hasn't found a bridge that. In fact, Armand is obedient to speed limits, to traffic lights, to the invisible rules that govern the roads, even though it's quite late, even though he can acknowledge some buried urge to start going faster, to wreck the ugly car he is in, test the absolutes of Daniel's patience in him. One of those urges he feels in high abstract. He can cut loose in perfect moderation instead.
Otherwise, things tend to go to shit, and he does in fact wish to have a conversation with Daniel. The discourse veers philosophical, which is always nice. "The theatre used to have such debates," he says. "Our relationship to the art, to the things produced by humans, the things we produced. Not very often," granted. Perhaps Louis would have liked it more if they had.
"The usual consensus being that the thing we are is a mockery of the human, rather than a transcended version. It appealed to their sense of humour better, I think, to participate in limited fragments of human existence as a means to make fun of them for it. We'll go bowling," apparently, "and take pleasure in the performance of doing it."
There are probably some ordinary reasons why Louis liked him and Lestat yeeted himself off a cliff to get away from him, in retrospect.