Armand's regard sharpens, and it's probably a familiar kind of pressure, usually followed by something that implies a rifling around within Daniel's skull—but of course, there is none of that, only what he can see, only what he remembers.

And he does remember, and his expression shifts a little, a flicker to his eyeline.

"If you're referring to the last time it came up in conversation," a little wry, so much of this has been left out of anything that could be described as conversation, "that was different."