Daniel could have gotten himself out. Maybe not tonight, but soon; he was restless enough to just use Louis. Use Louis, and the thought sits strangely in him, uncomfortable. Did he? He thinks about the concept of vampire lessons, and companionship, and something like panic threatens to rise up in his stomach.

He gets a grip, because he's not a child. But he notes it. Louis came after him, helped him out, now he might have made enemies when he should be finding himself and his life post-Armand, and some woman has a future of years in surgical recovery to save her arm.

Of course Daniel went along. He, too, wanted the information. He wanted it easy and immediately and it wasn't so bad seeing Louis do impressive things, it's all just—

He's not sure.

"Thank you for helping me."

So, there's that. Not a total asshole, even if he's already thinking about which red light he's going to get out of the car at.