Affection still, expression softening as he takes in Daniel's reaction. Affection mixed with amusement, head tipping as he takes in Daniel's satisfaction. Standing at a remove, enjoying Daniel process his victory, Louis can sever away all the rest.

"I'm glad you were right."

About Armand.

About Lestat.

True, regardless of how messy Louis' existence is now. Standing in so much rubble, sifting through piece by piece, he is certain of this: he is grateful for Daniel.

Daniel, who saved him.

(And Louis failed him in turn.)

And then, carefully: "Do you want me to go?"

There's a possibility he is intruding. Unwelcome. Daniel deserves the opportunity to tell him as much.