"It sounded to me, in between all the disastrous shit, was that you had a community at the theater. Which is always the insidious beginning of equilibrium, and normalcy."

Armand scoffed at the concept of a vampire with hobbies, and yet Armand ran a theater company. If it hadn't been born as a reskin of a cult, if they'd done something besides produce work that mocked their own existence, what would that have looked like?

Normal?

Anyway, Daniel is just teasing him a little (dangerous, tempting), because Armand, to his eye, is fucking obsessed with trying to achieve normalcy. Tidy domesticity and perfectly oiled business machines with schedules, routines. He suspects that if he could look through that iPad, he'd find a few hours (too generous?) a week on a spreadsheet for mandatory fun. Scheduled sex with predetermined position notes. Weird euphemisms for hunting. The works.

"What's the difference between performing and trying something out for the hell of it?"