The newly built maze is a simple but effective distraction for Armand. Over the years he's developed a fondness for puzzles, for problems that can be taken apart and solved. He likes the idea of discovering the solution to the miniature labyrinth, or at least memorising enough of the layout to be useful later on. By the time evening falls, he's already walked through it once and has returned to spend a little time in enjoying its twists and turns.

The problem he's quickly discovered, as he's walked the paths in the golden light of the setting sun, is that the maze is now, somehow, different. Dead ends are now open again and crossroads exist where walls were before. It's not terribly reassuring.

He's paused at a fork, regarding the diverging paths with a faint frown, as Lestat arrives. His awareness of the younger vampire's approach clearly hasn't compelled him to move. He keeps his hands in his pockets, glancing briefly at Lestat before returning his attention to the maze ahead.

"Was that your intention?" A very faint amusement crosses his expression. "You're still composing music."