Daniel isn't stupid. He noticed the way Armand (and Armand-as-Rashid) had responded to being ordered around. But he's not going to repeat Louis' mistake and attempt to leverage it, especially not when he knows barely anything about his maker. He wants to know more. More than Armand is comfortable (or perhaps even capable) with sharing. So Daniel needs Armand to bite back a little more. Like a competent but not-quite-genius homicide detective on the trail of a serial killer, he needs a few more bodies to drop so he can collect data. Except he's pretty sure he could crack an active serial killer case in a bored weekend, and Armand is worlds away in complex difficulty.

He's sure he hates him. He tells himself that like a mantra. Like he'll forget if he doesn't.

Finish—?

Daniel's expression does something. Real estate had been forgotten entirely. Fucking Christ.

"Sure."

>:(

"Can you have him sit down?" A thumb over his shoulder to the poor agent back there. "I know how much that sucks. You said the basement was, what, mediocre?"

Fine. Fine!!