No response, though this time Daniel refrains from meanly nitpicking about that. Instead, he just notes it, and thinks: probably just means he's stalking him. Which is at least charming in a fucked-up way. Old fashioned. The manual transmission of haunting someone.

What Armand says instead catches him off-guard. Huh?

Daniel feels like he fumbled that, and badly. Still mentally tender from it, something that felt so small that hurt so fucking bad. He'd do it even if he knew it was going to hurt, he'd do it even if he knew it was going to be worse, but it was still embarrassing to be so wounded from so little. The compliment (?) bolsters him a bit, though it, like much of their interactions, feels perversely-won.

"I didn't know what I was doing."

Obviously.

"I guess you're ... familiar-shaped, already, even if I can't see in."