The long bland look Daniel gets lingers for a few seconds, and then relents in a tip down towards the Pixel, or whatever.

Not so unlike the testing of a memory, Lestat is delicate in his handling, decides that the cord attaching the phone to the display is probably there for a reason and so he doesn't snap it and get the mall cops called on them. Lips pursed, angling it around to hold.

"Is that why Armand made you?"

Lestat isn't looking at him at least, now touching at the screen. He has no eye for the iconography and its meanings, but, you know. Moving colours, slipping glossily around beneath his finger. Oh, that's Spotify. Opens it. Does not see the millennial's account loaded. Well, that makes sense. No idea what to do about that.

"The raw animal magnetism?" A flick of a glance back up. Dreamily innocent, "We could talk of Louis again if you prefer."