Armand goes a little too still. Different from the way he holds himself when he's lying. Not gathering himself as if to weather a blow, like he did before trying to spin the trial, or insist Louis asked to have his memories erased. Not the confused hostility of being fed off of in the dining room, or the serene nothingness when blowing past inconsequential retellings of Claudia. Something else, it's like—

Is he afraid Daniel won't believe him?

It's just intuition, not a superpower. Vampirism hasn't helped him read Armand any deeper. For a too-long moment he stares back at him, silent, gaze intense and searching.

But ire remains.

"By showing him something that would hurt him?" And violate Daniel, though he doesn't say so. He decided days ago, that should there ever be a confrontation, he wasn't going to frame it around himself. Daniel shoved his proverbial hand into the trap on purpose. Owning his agency is the most grace is can give Armand in the situation, deserving or not. They're all making choices. "By forcing him to him relive a sense-memory of sunlight?"