"Daniel," is so achingly fond.

And bittersweet, in spite of that affection.

Louis had been so pleased to see him alive, grown old and successful.

Now here they are, and Daniel is familiar and welcome and a tangible reminder of the price paid to deliver truth to Louis. Armand's punishment to them both, whatever silver lining Daniel has found in it.

"You came to collect me," bypasses the edict as to the front seat. Gentle teasing as Louis extends a hand to him. "In style, I see."