From his rigid position at the window, Louis cuts in: "It ain't a technicality. You haven't done what he did, not to either of us."

Sharp. Tightly contained anger heating the words. A clear line drawn, marking out the things Armand had done, has expressed no particular remorse for. What Armand had done to Louis, for years. What he did to Daniel, in Louis' absence.

What he did to Claudia.

"No one's confused. We want you here," and then, "If anyone's intruding, I am."

Louis, descending from his tower and bringing all sorts of mess with him. Maybe Louis was the tipping point, drawing focus. He isn't sure, but can't rule it out.