~ become an excellent liar.

“And what exactly did you imagine you would do when you got here? Sleep on a bench?”

He’s not concerned. Nope.

“What did you imagine you would do when you /found me/?”

~ everything. And when he fixates upon something, he doesn’t let it go.

Then again, neither does Armand. He is here, after all, and he had been following Daniel prior. Only to make sure he didn’t regain his memories. That is the excuse offered himself.

Somewhere along the way, Armand had ~

He wouldn’t be entirely wrong about the brain melting bit. Armand had stolen his memories.

The sounds of Daniel begging him to stop still haunts him. It always would.

“Of course,” he replies with an exasperated sigh, though he isn’t entirely surprised.

Daniel dives recklessly into . . . ~

“I will not let him hurt you, Lestat.”

And Armand is far more powerful than Beaumont.

“Those are beautiful, Tara. What is the occasion?”

~ “I have . . . been trying to paint,” he adds, thinking a little harder over the next piece. “I feel like I should be better at it.”

He gestures to his own head with his free hand.

“I think I knew how once. I can’t remember.”

Armand gives her a squeeze.

“Thank you, Tara.”

“Ahh. Now I see what you mean. Ignore your father. His opinion is of no consequence.”