Oh.

Armand draws his posture up straighter as Daniel marches up on him, no instinct in him to back up a step, at least not right away. His own eyes brighten from deep amber, just a shade. A very fixed way of looking at him, taking in a breath that carries with it the unique scent of his fledgling.

"Calm down, Daniel," he advises.

They can hardly have a conversation if they're going to be hysterical.