His skin could crawl off of him. It's beautiful in a perverse way— perverse like, against nature, perverse like, it's alluring in a way that falls under no other category. Armand is frightening. Daniel can now with dreadful clarity identify why his unease at first seeing him levitate was so familiar. He has seen this man do impossible, insane things. Drinking blood is painfully boring in comparison to the strangeness that is Armand just existing.

"Now that's irrelevant."

Daniel stares right at him despite his genuine fear, and the tremor threatening his left hand, the disease finding his emotional weakness quicker than the mind-reader he's refusing to budge in front of. Fight-or-fight for Daniel Molloy is I'm going to stand right here and see what happens.

"Louis is gone, there are no more 'our' dinner plans. It's you, me, and the tree, until we're all out of here."