"Alright."

Logically, he knows he'd have to try it a few more times. He thinks maybe he'd like to see Armand do it to someone else, so he can watch the completed mechanics of it. A mortal would do to start, but another vampire would be better. He doesn't expect there'll be a shortage of opponents, so, doable.

Daniel says nothing as his maker moves off of him. Watches a dreamworld, where he reaches out, makes him stay. But he can't make Armand do anything. He can just look at him, take in his profile, and wonder what the fuck. This is the end of this encounter, he knows that. Something about Armand is like it was the last time they met. Sliding away into himself.

Daniel will let hi—

"So,"

just kidding

"I won't pretend that last time we were in here, I didn't almost ask you to stay, with intent, or that you didn't seem like you might have wanted me to ask. You don't have the blood drinking excuse this time, though, it's just all those drill-into-your-brain stares in Dubai that I wasn't totally imagining after all, huh."

And now Armand kills him, probably.