Daniel may not care about his personal safety, but Armand has already invested a significant amount in this old man and isn't about to let him go running off into the lion's den. He doesn't step into Daniel's path, but he doesn't move, either. He remains still, exerting the subtlest power he knows -- to capture, with a single glance, the attention and obedience of a mortal mind. A light touch, only. Marius had called it the Spell Gift.

"Daniel." Armand's eyes are coppery discs, reflecting the glimmer of the pool. He holds up a hand, palm out. Calming, forbidding. "It would be a mistake to seek him out. If he knew that you had been told everything that Louis has imparted upon you.. he would kill you without hesitation. He is.. unpredictable at the best of times. Caged by whatever it is keeping us here? He will be far worse. I can't let you go to him yet."