Daniel accepts a cigarette, nimble fingers despite everything. (Still were, still, in between tremors. Just on the edge of downhill, staring at it, clinging to the edge.) The end sparks up on its own as they pass over the threshold of the sliding doors with their cheery chime.

"We'll see."

Survival.

He's thinking about—

Drama queen, more deliberate this time, loud and startled in his head. A funny look at Lestat. Something unsaid, right there, but on the heels of such antics, now isn't the time. The elder vampire's business his is own, for the rest of the night. He pulls the cigarette from his mouth, exhaling, and tips his head back in a farewell.

"Later, man."