"Pretty sure he's telling me to fuck off, Louis."

Fangs and all. This threat is not lost on Daniel, who finds he can't be surprised, even though Lestat's head was resting in his lap an hour ago.

Just some accident. A loose end that Armand should have tied up decades ago. He should bolt, probably. But Daniel stays where he is, listening to the radar ping only he can hear.

"You two going to take it out on me, instead?"

Like what the fuck are we doing here, fellas.