Whatever temptations Daniel is currently wrestling with -- and Armand doesn't doubt he's putting up a good fight, Jacob with his angel -- are clearly not enough to stop his sharp journalistic instincts. Armand is almost disappointed to have to return to such a practical subject. He doesn't move to sit down, standing with his towel in his hands and water darkening the concrete under his bare feet, letting Daniel look at him, framed against the pool and the windows beyond, the green lawns and the deep forest. Armand has little time for apologies when penance can serve just as well.

"The servants are providing for us, so far," Armand replies, a rare piece of honesty, since he assumes Daniel will find out about it soon anyway. He leaves the manner of their aid up to Daniel's all too active imagination. "But Louis and I are not the ones you need to worry about, Mr Molloy. Though I'm glad to hear that Lestat hasn't discovered you yet."

Assuming he would have mentioned it. Assuming that Lestat wouldn't have left him alone, if he knew.