"Lestat de Lioncourt?" says Daniel, snapping sharply away from all other thought. The house, the apology, the span of Armand's bare shoulders and elegant arch of his feet — forgotten. He sparks with immediate interest, pushing himself back up from the pool chaisse. "He's here? Alive?"

That this might be dangerous for Daniel, or bad for Louis and Armand both, is all a secondary concern to the possibility of a third primary source. He has to meet this guy. He has to. Daniel gets the impression Lestat likes to talk about himself. Even without his laptop, Daniel is capable of being a very good listener.

So up he gets, about to go throw himself into the Wolfkiller's maw.