Distracted by the immediacy with which his partner is disarmed, the young man beside her is startled by Louis' fingers closing around his elbow.

"Don't," he advises. Don't pull out another little light. Don't push any buttons. Just don't.

A glint of fang is his mouth is convincing. The man is steered backwards. His partner is watching, her hands opening and closing into fists. Deciding how foolish she wants to be.

Into Daniel's head, Louis asks, How much time do you need?