Yielding his grasp on Daniel's hand, the contact lingering before Louis accepts that they are breaking fully from each other. Contenting himself to the way Daniel leans closer, interested in something Louis is certain is of limited interest.

"No," he admits. "I have...pieces. And these are financials, not diaries."

A boon, maybe. Armand might have doctored a diary, but the record of where Louis' money had been going seems more or less untouched.

"I thought I'd look through local archives. Hope for something to jog my memory."

Body counts. Extravagance. The kind of tragedies tailored to cover up a vampire who had lost control.

"Or for your friends to make an appearance."

A sly, needling look. Invoking the Talamasca.