Armand is a sore spot for Daniel, too, differently. Little needles of it, like one of those inner ear headaches, adn sometimes literal nightmares. He has a re-occurring one of Armand in his wine-colored shirt in the 'reading room' of the Dubai penthouse, sitting calmly across from Daniel, not letting him turn his head to the sight of his youngest daughter being immolated; all he can do, in the dream, is see the flames in peripheral, and hear her scream.

But he pokes at it anyway. A constant source of low-level stress. A permanent tether.

"A list would be a great start." Because he actually will look it up for Louis. Then, hm. He shrugs. "Sometimes. They've made pitches."

Attempts at begging, attempts at intimidation. But Daniel was almost impossible to wrangle into cooperation as a mortal, and now, it's basically impossible. He will do whatever he wants to do.

"It's interesting to me, their whole gig. I just hate the secrecy and I hate the drama."