A quick 'thanks' for the sentencing upgrade on his realtor, and then: extreme weirdness, commencing. Daniel isn't entirely sure they need to actually pause to do this, they could have just kicked out the third wheel and continued to talk, but it's so surreal he decides to see it through. And besides, he does need to tick this house off the list of things he's viewed.

Armand's commentary is ... something. Strange because it's Armand, because he's here. Daniel makes an effort to actually draw him into proper conversation about this or that, though it's obvious he's doing so— the ancient vampire just creeping about in the corners of his vision is unsettling. Armand is here, he might as well participate.

The basement has promise. The yard, not so much. A little cramped, but that's life in the big city.

"Needs a remodel," he says eventually, hands braced on a too-small door to the kitchen, which he leans into and observes for the second time. "I fucking hate the overhead lights."

All about the location, though.