Nearly eighty years is a long time to spend with one person; no matter how fucked up, it was a relationship longer than Daniel's been alive. Though there's mild, buried surprise that Armand hasn't messed around in between then and now. He wonders if it's bothered Armand that Daniel has, but then decides: probably not. None of them have turned up dead, and he's backwards engineered all of Armand's acts of torment to the various sources of his ire.

So far.

Daniel lifts a knee up to jostle him slightly, a little teasing motion.

"I know you can kick my ass no problem," he says. "It's the dynamic I don't want to get near. So, thank you." For saying he's not going to ask it of him. It's a relief. I want to know you better, too. Learn what you like."

Nice to be on the same page.