A flick of a look that communicates How convenient at the news of Lestat's entry into the story and, consequently, Daniel's good graces.

This last part sparing them both from it being verbalised. Where was Armand, after all, when Daniel was getting jumped by hostile vampires? Keeping his necessary distance. Trying for a bigger picture after being so up close to it all for so long, elbows deep, arranging everything just so. There is a part of him that could feel a little anxious for it, but it feels as though it's in hibernation.

"Strength in numbers," he concedes. It's been coven logic for a millennia. "And I don't know that I'd call Louis' challenge stupid. Predators respond to shows of strength, as long as you don't slip once tested."

A turn. Invitation to walk rather than spend too long in one place. Give the Talamasca some new scenery to work with.

"And you will slip," bears saying.