He walks after him, listening, and compartmentalizing. Watching the decisions he's making and putting pins in them. As if perhaps he's planning a revised autobiography, preparing to explain himself. Physician, heal thyself; insufferably combative investigative journalist, interrogate thyself.

(A Biblical quote regarded as being about criticizing of hypocrisy. Maybe his train of thought should give it a rest.)

"I'm listening."

It's his job. Ha ha. But he sounds more open here, less hostile. They aren't opponents sitting across a table from each other— Armand has made him something else. Put this strange obligation between them; Armand, obligated to explain, Daniel, obligated to hear.

He thinks they're both learning. Armand hasn't done this before, he's certain. Because even if he's ever helped a 'young' vampire before, it was never a vampire whose mind he couldn't read. Who he created.