The question isn't a surprise. Armand's been waiting for it, growing somewhat more concerned with each passing day without Lestat cornering one or all of them to demand answers. In the end, it's far more gentle than he'd expected.

He tilts his head slightly, looking aside at Lestat as if weighing how much he already knows and how much he deserves to be told. If it isn't everything, he assumes Lestat will find out the rest sooner or later.

"He was dying," he says, deciding to at least answer what he assumes to be Lestat's biggest point of curiosity. "I couldn't let him go."