Armand is perfectly still under the force of that look.

Maybe a blink out of time once Daniel moves off. An urge to defend himself, which is ridiculous. Daniel had dared him. He chose a single building. Armand does not need to eat every night, not even every week, and he has time to find his perfect invasive weed. This one will simply do. Never mind that Louis has spoken before of what Armand will eat when he can't find his cryptofascists to chase, what Daniel himself has nearly experienced.

He draws in a breath, resettling the book in his arms as he watches Daniel engage with the prey. Feels himself tense as the mortal's world broadens under a show of kindness, like a cracked window. What had Armand expected? That Daniel would repeat his methodology, finish the luring song that has the man slip over the edge into acceptance? No, not really, not on reflection.

And he stays where he is rather than help with clean up, at least not unprompted. After all, didn't he say he wouldn't?