"And got a light tan while you were at it, looked like."

Really, profoundly unfun. Daniel tries to focus on Lestat, and is mostly successful; he doesn't want to get lost down the rabbit hole of wondering how fucked up Armand is for him to have to just go the path of waiting it out. He has no clue how potentially violent his maker is, what his tactics might be fighting another vampire, what he's really capable of in that regard.

But Lestat has not been incinerated from the inside out. Couldn't Armand have killed him in an instant, if he really wanted to? Daniel feels something inside of him tremble, a confused fear-like response, and he finds himself wanting to grab his own hand like he had before—

He stays still.

"Is the blood helping it at all?"