Out here, Armand takes off his tinted glasses, folding them, slipping them into a pocket. Lamp-like eyes again, although—well, Daniel's eyes change, and he might have observed the way bright orange can dull itself down a little. Still striking, still bright, but a little less haunted than they can be.

"Law enforcement can be a nuisance," he says. "And it doesn't seem like the kind of game you wish to play."

Daniel, still engaging with human society, still a person, still a public figure. Armand's tone doesn't imply disapproval so much as observation. It's hard to be a functional celebrity if the feds would like to investigate you for serial murder. Maybe the rude couple will live tonight.

Maybe not. "A little. And you've skipped some meals."