Unmoving rings of orange flame around inky pupils that never tell on themselves, never expanding or contracting in rudimentary displays of emotion except when he gives into a real hunt and he doesn't care at all about what his eyes might be doing. Considers this scenario. What would have needed to happen, for him to ask Daniel to forge a relationship with him. If not a relationship, then a connection with some amount of stability. Armand would have had to know that he wanted that.

An obstacle.

There's a breath out at the rest. "It was for all three of you," dismissive, like this is no grand mystery. If he wanted to target any of them individually, he would. "That's how it began. It changed. I improvised.

"And what do you wish for me to say now?" is sharp. "That I won't do it again."