A buffer, a little time in which Louis can think on what he intends to share with Daniel. What he might say if Daniel asks, direct and unwavering in search of an answer.

In the present moment, Daniel proposes an escape and Louis smiles at him across the able. Shark-sharp, a hint of fang. Some appeal in stealing Daniel out of this place. Some appeal in thwarting the glassed man in the elevator, in helping Daniel to pry himself free of their grip.

"Okay," Louis agrees, leaning elbows on the table, chin on one palm. "Yeah, let's fuck up their week."

Louis owes them something in kind. Not just for Rashid, and whatever he toted back from Louis' home.

"You got a plan?"