"He didn't come with cameras," is Louis' contribution, returning from the satisfying task of roughly shoving the odious man in question out the door. Familiar, in some way, with the routine of grifters in general if removed from the ecosystem at large.

Playing bouncer had not exactly eased the rage in Louis, quick to catch and slow to extinguish. It's ebbed into a kind of quiet discomfort, a little flutter of anxiety that finds no particular place to root itself.

"Do you and he dislike each other?"

Louis has followed Daniel's interviews, his press appearances. He's aware of which hosts seem to dislike Daniel personally, which of them appear to take his latest work as a betrayal. Maybe this is a personal enemy. It's not impossible. It is only bothering Louis that he waited until almost everyone had gone to begin his performance.