"I ask myself that all the more pointedly when you make shitty jokes about barbecuing people who were inconvenient to you."

A scathing tone, which is still crackling a bit for the immediate follow up of, "It's like you know when I'm starting to ease up on being mad at you, and you very helpfully remind me. Are you fucking doing that on purpose, somehow."

If Talamasca is listening in as well as watching, Daniel thinks he will just kill them. It's too personal and he's had enough with being stalked. They can cough up an easier walk to talk to Literally Samuel Beckett or they can go die.

He takes a breath, lets it out in a huff. Fine. He's fine.

"Because you showed up." It does feel pathetic for its obvious, doesn't it. Because you're my maker. He hates it. There's more to it than that, he thinks. He's pretty sure if Armand vanished in a puff of smoke in Dubai with no further incident, Daniel would still want to talk to him again, even just to irritate him on purpose. "I want to get you. I want to understand. I wasn't lying."

Armand's never been boring.