Hands in air! Look at him, the picture of innocence. He was not at all going to call Lestat a lightweight. The expression on his face is not the expression of a man who was going to do that. Even though he was, and if Louis asks, Daniel will tell him.

"It's been good," he says, like a normal person. He moves in close enough to have to swerve out of the way of an in-motion guitar case. Checking in, Louis' stillness, and—

'Are you okay?'

Poker face, outwardly. He thinks he'll excuse himself soon, with talk of appetites and opening volleys of flirting going on, but he'll always have an instinct to touch base with Louis. It's a luxury to be able to do so in person, one he doesn't take for granted.

"Dinner, no arson, no car wrecks. Impeccable musical research."