A subtle jaw clench. Defensive. Bad to miss something, worse for the implication that he's missing something he should not have missed, for playing stupid.

"I was comfortable with forcing a conversation," Armand says, snippy. "You injuring yourself in the process wasn't my intent."

And what are they doing. Louis' blood should be of decent potency for a fledgling, at least, to benefit from, never mind Lestat's. "This way," is a command, a rare but practiced bit of stridency as Armand begins their walk again with more purpose. If he's going to bleed into Daniel's mouth, he'd rather a venue more private than the sidewalk.